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Bows of White Ribbon. 

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A ROMANCE 

OF THE SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR, 


BY 

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GEORGENIA J. KOPPKE. 


What does the knot of white ribbon mean ? 

The love of God so tender ; 

Seeking the fallen to reclaim, 

Winning the lost one back again, 

And helping all who wander,” 

— M. A. Burhans, 


FORWARD. 


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By Georgenia J. Koppke. 


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Debicatton 

TO MY MOTHER AND AEE WOMEN WHO WEAR 
THE BOW OE WHITE RIBBON. 

TO THE MEMORY OE MY FATHER AND TO AEE MEN 
WHO HAVE FOUGHT FOR THE STARS 
AND STRIPES. 


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PRETACC. 


To the dear friends of my early youth : 

When T wrote this story I did not intend to write 
a preface. In fact I think that a dedication page 
is a sufficient prelude to any story. However, 
when my manuscript was about to go to the pub- 
lishing house there came a remonstrance. 

I was sending my story out under my full bap- 
tismal name. “How shall we know that you wrote 
the story?” came the query. Therefore, I have 
written this preface that YOU may know that it is 
I who from time to time received your encourag- 
ing words, and have woven into the woof of this 
story a few familiar faces. Voicing the sentiment 
of the mothers and sisters : “All honor to Colonel 
Schadel, who won his laurel wreath fighting the 
‘Army Canteen.’ ” 

With but few exceptions the illustrations were 
photographed by Mrs. Katherine Black. 

With gratefulness of heart toward Mrs. Louisa 
Lawson and Mrs. Augusta Strong, two ever loyal 
white-ribboners, and the many who have aided me, 
I commend this story to the public, hoping that 
all who read it may be benefited as much as I have 
been in writing it. 

Phena Luke Koppke. 

Baraboo, Wisconsin, August 2 y, i8gg. 



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INDEX 


Chapter I. — Duty 9 

Chapter II.— Fallen i8 

Chapter III. — Misgivings 24 

Chapter IV. — Shadows 33 

Chapter V. — Exchanges 40 

Chapter VI. — Consequences . 50 

Chapter VII. — Discoveries 59 

Chapter VIII. — Returns 67 

Chapter IX. — Applications 78 

Chapter X. — Onward 91 

Chapter XL — The Past 108 

Chapter XII. — Company D 124 

Chapter XIII. — In Session 135 

Chapter XIV. — Upward 150 

Chapter XV. — Soldiers 162 

Chapter XVI. — Kindred 177 

Chapter XVII.— Reunited 191 

Chapter XVIII.— Temptations 204 

Chapter XIX. — Confessions 219 

Chapter XX. — Eredage (Heritage) 231 

Chapter XXI. — Resuscitated 240 

Chapter XXII. — Stars 250 

Chapter XXIII.— Established 259 


ILLUSTRATIONS 


St. John’s Rectory Frontispiece 

Cadiz Bunce and Marion Bon .... 29 

A Company Kitchen 115 

Remember ! Remember ! The Maine 133 

“ Here Are the Testaments ” 140 

Isaac Could Not Find His Gloves 168 

“Better Order the Carriage,’’ Smith 178 

“ I Have a Tetter from Cuba ’’ 195 

“Mr. Getsing,’’ said Margarita . . 202 

After Drill 207 

“This is My Home ’’ 216 

Camp Life at Anniston, Alabama 229 


BOWS or WHITE ribbon. 


CHAPTER I. 


DUTY. 


“Lo, men and angels, list the faith you swear, 

And by the High and Holy One ’tis heard; 

Oh, then kneel humbly at His altar now. 

And pray for strength to keep thy marriage vow.” 


— Mrs. McDonald. 



LARGE airy bed-room; the spring breeze 


morning sunbeams at hide-and-seek with the 


* ^gently stirring the muslin curtains; the 
shadows around the corners of a low bed, on which 
lay a young girl of not more than seventeen sum- 


mers. 


Her face was not remarkably beautiful, yet 
showed lines of character peculiar to a sunny tem- 
perament; the hair a chestnut brown in color, and 
abundant in quantity; the eyes brown and rather 
large, and, just at present, shadowed by great phy- 
sical as well as mental pain. 

She tried to suppress a moan as the nurse ap- 
peared in the door-way. 

“Oh, Mrs. Hatch! do you really think he will 
come?” came from those suffering lips. 


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The nurse came to the bedside and soothingly 
laid her hand on Margarita’s brow, as she replied, 
“Yes, dear, but don’t worry; be a brave girl and 
trust God, the giver of all good and perfect gifts.” 

Just at that moment the gate clicked, and soon 
three gentlemen entered the cottage 

One was a physician, with a firm, set expression 
about the lips. As he entered the bedroom he 
beckoned to a young man, just outside, who hes- 
itated at the threshold 

The third gentleman was a clergyman, and he, 
too, wore a set expression of countenance similar 
to the physician. 

The young man came forward to the bedside. 
The clergyman, without speaking, placed the hand 
of Margarita in that of the young man — as a moan 
escaped her lips — a slight pause ensued; then in 
as few words as possible the man of God pro- 
nounced them “man and wife.” 

As soon as the final words were uttered that 
bound these two in bands that none but God 
should sever, the physician laid a hand, not very 
gently, on young Adrein’s shoulder, as he said: 
“My good fellow, your work here for the present is 
done; follow this gentleman,” with a nod toward 
the clergyman, “and wait until we further need 
your services.” 

The youth — for not more than twenty summers 
had stamped on his brow the first lines of man- 
hood — accompanied the clergyman. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


II 


As the two passed from the sick girl’s room, the 
nurse closed the door. This movement roused 
young Adrein from the half dazed mood in which 
he had mechanically obeyed the physician’s com- 
mand. 

With considerable dignity he addressed the 
clergyman: '‘Sir, am I to be ordered about like a 
puppet? Am I not deserting my post in leaving 
Margarita alone?” And he turned as if to re-enter 
the bedroom. 

The clergyman was prepared; with a kind but 
firm grip on the youth’s arm, he led him out of 
ihe cottage into the sunshine. 

“Ah, my boy,” he said, “you never thought of your 
duty to Margarita until this moment. Thank God 
for that awakening of your better nature; but de- 
sertion for the present is better than duty, so you 
may consider yourself my prisoner until we receive 
further orders from our mutual friend, the good 
Doctor Bon.” 

Adrein’s eyes flashed with defiance as ne shook 
himself loose from the clergyman’s grasp 

“Your prisoner! May I inquire for the name of 
my keeper?” he asked, his voice shaking with scorn 
and anger. 

“Certainly, certainly, my young friend; nothing 
gives me more pleasure than to introduce myself, 
especially to Mr. Adrein Getsing, student at law; 
your sincere friend, Amos Hurst, Rector of St. 
John’s Church.” 


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BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


Young Getsing was considerably taken aback, 
and his ruffled pride rapidly settled to its accus- 
tomed dignity when he found that he was in the 
custody of an officer of the church, and not, as he 
supposed, an officer of the State. 

Mr. Hurst proved himself well adapted to ac- 
complish his task; for almost ere the young man 
was aware of it, they had reached St. John’s Rec- 
tory, and he was ushered into the library. The 
worthy rector seated his prisoner-guest in a com- 
fortable chair near the window, and then turning, 
abruptly left the room. 

At first Adrein was thankful to be left to him- 
self, — ^to be alone. Presently a soothing influ- 
ence seemed to steal about him; but he was not 
long left to this blissful oblivion of his past errmgs. 
His attention was attracted by the sound of foot- 
steps on the walk, and glancing out of the window 
he saw to his chagrin, one of the college students. 
He, in turn, looked up and saw young Getsing. 
The student bowed and whistled. Getsing en- 
deavored to return the salute, — but what power 
held him gaping like an idiot! Not a muscle could 
he move. The student hurriedly passed on, and 
meeting a chum — for the college grounds were 
but a short distance from the rectory, he mentioned 
seeing young Getsing sitting at the rectory window 
apparently ill. The two became interested and has- 
tily walked back to the rectory. This time, as they 
gave the college salute, Adrein, to their astonish- 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


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ment, bowed quite naturally once, twice, three 
times, and evidently was unable to stop; his face 
was a deathly pallor. 

The students passed on, thinking their fellow 
chum must be very ill indeed, and waiting treat- 
ment; for our good physician. Doctor Beson Bon, 
being blessed with a wife and one daughter, shared 
the rectory with his dear friend, Mr. Hurst; who 
being an unmarried man, was sore in need of just 
such assistance as the doctor’s wife could give, in 
superintending the household and entertaining his 
guests. The library was shared alike by physician 
and clergyman. 

And it so happened that on this particular morn- 
ing Doctor Bon, being in an experimental mood, 
had attached a Cox generator (a thermo-electric 
machine) by means of an induction coil, to the 
identical chair in which the unsuspecting clergy- 
man had seated Adrein. 

The chair itself was one of the doctor’s inven- 
tions, — a sounding board was placed in the back, 
and to this was attached a graphophone. The oc- 
cupant of the chair was under control of a contin- 
uous electrical current, and to all appearances, per- 
formed the feats of the graphophone, — which 
evoked whistling, weeping, laughter, songs and 
speeches. 

Vainly Adrein attempted to leave the chair. 
Once more he heard footsteps on the walk, and just 
at that moment the machine began a series of 


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BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


antics. This passer-by was none other than the 
president of the college. His attention was drawn 
toward the window by the familiar voice of Mr. 
Moody, calling out: “You are the sinner the father 
is calling unto himself!” And then in thunder 
tones of the imitator of Ebenezer Webster: “Ezek- 
iel! Ezekiel! you let that woodchuck go!” 

The president stopped on the walk opposite the 
window occupied by the mysterious chair, and was 
greatly astonished as he recognized one of his most 
brilliant pupils, Adrein Getsing, wildly gesticulat- 
ing. 

Suspecting something wrong. President Hosford 
quickly crossed the street and rang the rectory 
door-bell. The door was opened by a tidy col- 
ored girl, of whom the president asked: “Is Doctor 
Bon in?” Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the 
physician coming down the street, in an opposite 
direction from the college. So without further wait- 
ing he stepped into the hall, and was shown into 
the doctor’s waiting room. 

Presently Doctor Bon entered the room, and 
was highly delighted to meet the president, who 
rose and the two shook hands. A smile played 
about the corners of the physician’s mouth, as he 
said: “Well, well. President Hosford, you are 
just the man I wished to see!” 

“Ah! yes,” said the president, rubbing his hands 
and assuming an attitude suggestive of listening 
to a recitation. “But — but, is young Getsing seri- 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 15 

ously ill? I saw him sitting in your library win- 
dow.” 

The doctor looked somewhat surprised, then 
fairly caught his breath as a sudden thought came 
to him. 

“Yes,” continued the president ; “surely he must 
be quite ill, judging from his actions.” 

They were interrupted by the door being sud- 
denly opened, and Mr. Hurst exclaimed: ‘'Doctor, 
your presence is needed in the library! I fear the 
youth is insane!” 

The doctor very deliberately took up his medi- 
cine case, as he said: 

“Gentlemen, come with me.” 

The three entered the room where Adrein had 
been left by Mr. Hurst in the early morning. And 
there, wildly moving his feet and to all appearances 
whistling the “Irish Washerwoman,” was the doc- 
tor’s patient number two. 

Mr. Hurst was mystified by the doctor’s slow- 
ness to act; not so the president, whose quick 
eye had caught sight of the attachments. Both 
he and the doctor were shaking with laughter. 
Without speaking Doctor Bon beckoned the two 
gentlemen to follow him. In an adjoining room 
the working of the peculiar machinery and the con- 
duct of Getsing were more fully explained; and 
then, after a lengthy consultation with the presi- 
dent, the three re-entered the library. The doctor 
turned a thumbscrew on the back of the chair as 


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l6 BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

he said: “Get up, Mr. Getsing! Can you?” Adrein 
arose with considerable difficulty. His face crim- 
soned as he met the piercing gaze of President 
Hosford. 

Adrein Getsing was, indeed, a handsome youth, 
even under these adverse circumstances. Slightly 
below medium height, broad shouldered, full 
chested, and altogether a physique suggestive of 
blood, muscle and brains. His features were sym- 
metrical and finely moulded, — almost girlish. Such 
a pink-like complexion, with black eyes that spoke 
defiance. His hair was a raven black, and on the 
upper lip were the unmistakable signs of the first 
mustache. 

He was one of a family of three boys and one 
girl; being the youngest, he had strongly felt his 
.sister’s influence. 

Katherine Getsing had taken a university course 
and was serving her first term as County Super- 
intendent of Schools. For the past two years 
Adrein had been a diligent student in the best law 
college that his State afforded. 

President Hosford was somewhat at a loss as to 
the course he should pursue. 

Should he expel Getsing from the college pub' 
licly or privately; or should he be reinstated and a 
careful watch kept over him? 

It was a serious question, and one that involved 
several issues, one of which endangered the pres* 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


17 


ident’s position. This he felt he could not afford 
to sacrifice. 

At a wise and gracious suggestion from Mr. 
Hurst, and the approval of the doctor, President 
Hosford decided to take no action in the matter 
until the close of the term and commencement ex- 
ercises, which events occurred in three weeks. 

It was further decided that Adrein should 
change his boarding place, and remain at the rec- 
tory. Getsing was not made acquainted with any 
of the plans, except the last and he was ready to 
acquiesce in that, as he would have ample excuse 
to offer to his chums in explanation of his con- 
duct. The president was not aware that any of the 
students had passed before he came to the rectory. 


CHAPTER IT 
FALLEN. 


“Alas! the evil which we fain would shun 
We do, and leave the wished-for good undone: 

Our strength to-day 

Is but to-morrow’s weakness, prone to fall; 

Poor, blind, unprofitable servants all 
Are we alway.” 

— Whittier. 

T he breakfast cloth was laid, and one plate 
additional to the usual number, as the family 
at the rectory gathered in a pleasant, sunny 
room, preparatory to morning devotions. Mr. 
Hurst read the “Morning Prayers,” and the fam- 
ily made the responses. 

Adrein sat passively by throughout the service, 
not caring about, or thinking of, his present sur- 
roundings. He was suddenly startled as a sweet 
voice rose clear and high, and the room was filled 
with the melody of the familiar words: “Glory 
be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy 
Ghost; As it was in the beginning, is now, and 
ever shall be, world without end. Amen.” 

At the conclusion of the sweet strain. Doctor 
Bon rose, hesitated, as though loath to introduce 
into the sacred precincts of his home one so un- 
v^orthy; but he evidently overcame the repug- 

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nance to duty for he laid a hand on Adrein’s shoul- 
der, and said, ‘‘Mr. Getsing, my daughter, Marion.” 
Getsing bowed politely, and suppressed a sigh as 
he noted the young lady’s cool reception. 

Not so the doctor’s wife. Dear Mrs. Bon was 
a blessing to humanity; and her very words were 
a balm poured on the wounds of humanity in sor- 
row. She gave Adrein the benefit of a cheerful 
smile, that seemed for an instant to melt into illu- 
mined shadow his dark thoughts, and clear his 
clouded senses, awakening a realization of his pres- 
ent surroundings. 

Mr. Hurst, too, although reserved and dignified 
in manner, uttered a few kind words, after which 
Adrein felt that he could breathe more freely than 
at any time since he left the cottage, only twenty- 
four hours since, and yet it seemed an age. 

No word from the doctor about his patient had 
been mentioned, at least in Adrein’s presence. The 
cheery smile from Mrs. Bon awakened him to the 
realization that he was not the only sufferer in this 
miserable affair. 

The great thought of the ridicule of his college 
chums, and his sister’s anger at the disgrace, had 
paralyzed his mind to all other thoughts. 

At the close of the meal the doctor lingered at 
the table, in pleasant chat with Mrs. Bon, perhaps 
purposely to avoid questions. 

The college bells were ringing, and Adrein was 
forced to go without the information so much de- 


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sired. He lingered at the door, but no sign from 
the doctor; another smile and nod from Mrs. Bon 
that seemed to dismiss him. 

He well knew the best plan, if expecting any 
mercy from President Hosford, was to be prompt 
in his duties at the college. 

The college grounds were not at all remarkable 
in appearance; in fact, they lacked the systematic 
arrangement in the location of the buildings, that 
would admit of much improvement without great 
expense. The original buildings had been well 
located on a level plain of several acres, which bor- 
dered on a small stream, commonly called a river; 
but beyond the practice of sculling in tiny boats, 
was of no advantage to the students; as the annual 
regattas were held at a beautiful lake a few miles 
from the college grounds. 

At one time these grounds had been well kept, 
and were fairly pleasing to the eye of an artist; but 
President Hosford, as an educator, had made the 
institution so popular as a thoroughgoing law 
school, that pupils crowded in from all directions; 
and the trustees had been kept so busy enlarging 
and adding to the building capacity that but little 
time or thought had been spent on the shrubbery, 
walks and flowers, for the past two years. 

As Adrein slowly wended his way toward the 
main building, he heard voices, but the shrubbery 
concealed the speakers. No thought of being an 
eavesdropper came to his mind. He heard the 


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first speaker bravely defending an absent student; 
pausing to learn who was the cause of such a warm 
discussion, to his chagrin, he heard his own name 
mentioned. 

The fact was, the two students — Bunce and Mc- 
Guire — who had been eye witnesses to Adrein’s 
performance in the mysterious chair, had been tell- 
ing the news to a group of fellow students; and 
Bunce, having no particular liking for Getsing, was 
remarking to the wonderment of what was the 
cause. “Tell you what, fellows, Getsing is in some 
sort of a scrape. He has been mighty wild lately, 
and has been out beyond study hours more nights 
than one.” 

Some thought perhaps he gambled; but no, 
others knew positively that he did not know one 
card from another. Many were the surmises 
passed. But none came so near the truth as Mc- 
Guire, and he, being a particular friend of Adrein’s, 
well knew why the late hours had been kept. 

When a young man is “sowing his wild oats,” his 
fellow chums may set him down as on the road to 
ruin when he is intemperate in all his habits; but 
you once mention, “He has a sweetheart,” and no 
m.ore is thought of him, as he passes muster, and is 
once again right side up. 

McGuire, wishing the students to form no bad 
opinion of his friend, suggested: ’“Maybe he has a 
sweetheart!” 

Whereupon all laugh. “Billie, you are a brick,” 


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came in a chorus, for none really wished Adrein 
ill, as he was quite a favorite. 

“Hello! here is the fellow himself,” cried Bunce, 
as Getsing made his appearance looking rather pale 
and used up. 

“Got a sweetheart. Ad?” And Bunce gave his 
comrades a side wink. With a great effort Adrein 
maintained his self possession; for an instant he 
tliought his whole secret was out; and then he 
knew that, for more reasons than one, his secret 
was safe for the present. 

William Levisee gained Adrein’s lasting friend- 
ship, as he gave Bunce, the bully, a push which 
caused him to rub his side for some time, as he 
picked himself up from a bramble-bush with just 
the one word, “Jealous!” 

The last bells rang for study, and Adrein was 
free from further inquiry for the time being. 

The boys scattered, going in twos, toward the 
main hall. As Bunce and McGuire fell in line, note 
the difference in appearance. 

Cadiz Bunce, though just why he was christened 
“Cadiz” he could not tell. Indeed, he often won- 
dered why his parents chose that Spanish name. 
He was not bad-looking; in time would make a 
fine-looking attorney; tall, rather graceful, with 
dark curling locks, and elegant white hands that 
he was wont to air very prettily, being quite a fine 
pianist. Of a selfish and, consequently, jealous dis- 
position. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


23 


McGuire, a long-featured youth, with sad brown 
eyes, and a droop to the mouth corners; with 
more of a D. D. look than the LL. D. And his 
actions were true to his looks, for he was always 
picking some fellow out of the mud. 

Although of entirely different make-up, McGuire 
and Bunce were inseparable. 

Adrein entered the college alone, with his mind 
filled with remorseful thoughts. He had been his 
sister’s especial pet and pride ever since he drew 
breath, and now, to repay her kind solicitude with 
this terrible disgrace! He had been so fond of 
Katie, too. Oh, to recall the past year’s folly! 
He had read a little poem somewhere that kept 
coming to his mind, but he could only recall a 
few words of it: — “Oh, God! I have fallen in the 
fight! I will struggle, I will rise!” repeated Adrein 
unconsciously, as he entered the main hall of the 
college. 


CHAPTER III. 


MISGIVINGS. 


“He comes with careless ‘How d’ ye do?’ 
And seats himself in my elbow-chair.” 


— Whittier, 


“His heart 


Pealed the knell of its last hope. He rush’d on; 


but whither?” 


— Meredith. 



OMMENCEMENT week was at hand and 


Adrein well knew that he must meet his sis- 


ter, and — O! for her sake, how he hoped 
that she might be detained at home. He felt that 
he could unburden his heart to her in the old 
familiar place much better than here at the col- 


lege. 


It was the evening before the opening of com- 
mencement exercises that Bunce, who was spend- 
ing the evening in McGuire’s room, seated him- 
self on the footboard of the bed, and giving a 
knowing wink, said: 

“Say, Billie, what ails Getsing? Got a sweet- 
heart, eh?” 

McGuire, who was tilted back in his chair with 
his feet resting on the washstand, let down his 
chair with a bang and replied: “Bunce, you let Ad 


BOWS OF WHITF RIBBON. 


25 


alone; he is terribly down about some family 
trouble.” 

But Bunce was not to be put off, and feeling sure 
that McGuire knew more than he had expressed, 
he was determined to probe the matter. 

“Family trouble to the bog!” he exclaimed. “His 
grandmother’s cat dying last week would never 
cause a fellow to change his board at this time of 
year. Do you suppose that pretty Miss Bon has 
anything to do with the matter?” 

McGuire half closed his eyes and opened his lips 
as though to speak, but finally shut both and said 
nothing. 

Bunce leaped from his perch, gave his hands a 
nourish and exclaimed: “McGuire, you are play- 
ing a dodge on me! It’s my opinion that you know 
the gist of the affair, for who but yourself pulls us 
fellows out of the mud?” 

McGuire was under no obligation to keep secret 
what he knew, and as Bunce was his guest, he 
wished to make the evening pass pleasantly, so he 
thought no harm to pass a joke, never thinking 
that the joke would be put in practice. 

“Tell you, Cadiz, suppose you send Getsing a 
bunch of marguerites tied with crape to-morrow 
at dinner.” 

Had McGuire known the whole story he would 
not have said that much. He knew of a name, a 
pair of brown eyes, a few moonlight strolls, no 
more. 


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Bunce gave the college yell and said, “ ’Tis 
done!" 

Whereupon McGuire entreated, but to no pur- 
pose, and yet, had he known the whole affair. Get- 
sing would have been warned. 

All unsuspecting, Adrei’n, haggard, wan and 
nervous with hard study and worry, was nearly 
on the verge of nervous prostration; knowing 
nothing, hearing nothing, and being held in strict 
watch to and from college, always accompanied by 
Mr. Hurst, or a friend of his, and too proud to ask 
one question, imagining many conditions, anxious 
over his expected expulsion, and the meeting with 
his sister, — thus he went to dinner. 

He took his place midway on one side of a long 
table, a very conspicuous seat, being near a large 
bay window. The students were unusually quiet. 
The gongs sounded for seats and silence at table. 
The last gong had scarcely ceased echoing through 
the hall, when Adrein seated himself at the table. 
He was the last to sit down, as Bunce had pur- 
posely kept him talking. The room was quiet; a 
tidy waiter entered with a conspicuous white pil- 
low, over which was thrown a dainty covering. 
All eyes were interested, when the waiter called: 
“Mr. A. Getsing; is he present?" 

Getsing rose and bowed; a nervous flush mount- 
ed his cheek, succeeded by a deadly pallor. When 
the cover was removed from the pillow a large bou- 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


27 


quet of marguerites tied with black crape was 
placed before him. 

His fellow students saw a college joke, but 
Adrein thought he read the real meaning, — Mar- 
garita is dead. With a groan he fell to the floor. 
The laugh, half sounded, was turned to pitying 
exclamations and assistance, as the students saw 
one of their number in terrible distress. 

President Hosford entered the room, and catch- 
ing sight of Adrein and the marguerites, he smiled 
faintly; too well he kne'w the cause. 

He ordered the waiter to call a carriage, as he 
concluded to send Getsing and a note of explana- 
tion to Doctor Bon. Bunce, ever curious, man- 
aged to be an active helper, and he was about to 
lake the note, when the president suddenly turned 
to McGuire and said: “Mr. McGuire, take this for 
me to Dr. Bon’s residence.” Bunce still insisted 
on being one of the party, and, as McGuire raised 
the unconscious Adrein in his arms, he unthink- 
ingly surrendered the note to Bunce, who withdrew 
and read: 

“Doctor Bon: — Getsing ill. Who sent the flow- 
ers tied with crape? Has anything happened 
to M.? R- Hosford.” 

Bunce put this and that together, and was in 
possession of nearly as much knowledge on the 
subject as McGuire, and he was soon to learn 


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more, for when they reached the rectory McGuire 
was obliged to return to the college immediately, 
as his name was on the afternoon programme; 
and, Doctor Bon being absent, Mrs. Bon asked 
Bunce to remain with Getsing. 

Scarcely had Mrs. Bon and Bunce succeeded in 
getting Getsing to his room when the stupor 
passed, and he became delirious. He began moan- 
ing and calling the name, “Margarita! Margarita! 
Yes — yes! I take thee.” 

With her kind, motherly hands Mrs. Bon partly 
succeeded in quieting him; and noting the ques- 
tioning look on Bunce’s face she sent him down 
to inquire if the doctor had yet returned. 

Bunce having heard at the college of Miss Bon’s 
wonderful voice, and feeling sure that she must 
be about the house, he would fain show his accom- 
plishment in music. 

Seating himself at the piano, he began playing. 
If he intended to “charm the bird in the cage,” his 
was success, for soon Miss Marion appeared at 
the' door, and one glance showed that she was 
charmed with the music. Bunce was a pianist of 
no mean gift. 

He was in the midst of one of Wagner’s selec- 
tions, when Marion entered the room, and being 
fully aware of her presence he continued playing, 
but turning suddenly at the close of a fine passage, 
he feigned great surprise at her presence, bowing 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


29 



CADIZ BUNCE AND MARION BON. 


and excusing himself with the accustomed display 
of his hands. 

Marion Bon was a beautiful girl without ques- 
tion, exquisitely moulded features, star-like, blue- 
gray eyes, luxuriant brown hair, a lily-white com- 
plexion; a pose that rivalled Liberty Enlightening 
the World; grace in every movement, and, best of 




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all, a beautiful character. “True to her own self 
and to all men;” highly cultured and exceedingly 
fond of music. 

For a m.oment she was charmed with Bunce’s 
exquisite rendering of her favorite selection. 

Bunce, too, was charmed with the pleasure of 
being so near this exquisite creature; for long he 
had admired — at a distance. With a low bow, and 
a bland smile, he said: “Miss Bon, I believe 
Bunce, of the Law College.” 

Marion acknowledged the presentation, with a 
wave of pink dyeing her cheek, and a slight bow, 
as she said: “Ah, Mr. Bunce, do not excuse your- 
self; your playing is exquisite.” 

At this speech Bunce’s heart was thumping with 
vanity and pleasure, and the color came to his 
cheeks. 

They were soon engaged in an interesting chat 
about music, their favorite composers, and so 
forth, and did not notice the doctor’s return until 
he stepped in the door, and said, “Marion, will 
you please call up 201, and ask if anything is 
needed?” 

Marion hurried out of the room to do her fath- 
er’s bidding. 

“Have you seen Mr. Getsing, Doctor B( 5 n?” 
asked Bunce. “What is your opinion of him?” as 
the doctor nodded assent. 

Doctor Bon gave Bunce a searching look, and 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 31 

seeing’ only Getsing’s fellow student, he shook his 
head, and gave Bunce another point in the tangle: 

“Bad off, poor fellow! No telling where this 
business will end. More lives than one in danger.” 
Hastily penciling a note, he said; “Take this to 
President Hosford.” 

Bunce took the note and hurried outdoors and 
on toward the college. Without scruple he 
opened and read: 

“President Hosford: — I know nothing about 
the flowers. Getsing very ill. Will tell later of M. 
Come down at earliest convenience. 

“B. Bon.” 

Now that Bunce was in possession of so many 
facts, the curiosity became stronger than ever, and 
he began turning over in his mind some scheme 
how he might come into possession of what Doctor 
Bon would “Tell later of M.” 

Just why Bunce was so persistent in following 
up Adrein and his trouble was a puzzle even to 
himself; but there were several reasons. 

First, Cadiz Bunce was as full of curiosity as a 
village gossip. Second, Adrein’s rank in class was 
above Bunce. Any disgraceful conduct would take 
that rank from him and advance Bunce to the rank, 
which was an enviable one, as it gave admittance 
to an oratorical contest for a high medal, which, 
if won, was considered a great honor in the senior 
year. 


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BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


Bunce was a good speaker, and he stood in a 
fair way to win the medal if he held the proper rank 
of scholarship. 

Adrein disgraced, gave him the place. And then 
a third motive might well be added to the list. 

“M.” to Bunce meant Marion, and putting this 
and that together he could only couple the names 
of Adrein Getsing and Marion Bon. Why should 
not that prize be his, too? 

Oh, greedy youth, did you never read the story 
of “Whang, the Miller,” who, through avarice, 
lost his mill while searching for gold under the 
mill-stone? However, Bunce was in possession of 
more than the coveted, “Tell you about M. later,” 
before many hours. 


CHAPTER IV. 


SHADOWS. 


Twist ye, twine ye! even so, 

Mingle shades of joys and woe, 
Hope and fear and peace and strife. 
In the thread of human life.” 


— Scott. 



HEN Doctor Bon asked his daughter to 


call up 201, he had no particular need of 


* ■ the message which he knew would be sent 

in answer; but he sent her from the room pur- 
posely. 

His daughter was very dear to him, and he 
wished her to be entirely a belonging of the home 
circle as long as possible. He had never permit- 
ted her to associate with any of the law students, 
as many of them were fascinating young men, just 
the style to charm a young girl into the bliss of first 
love. 

Therefore, when the doctor, wholly unprepared 
for the sight, suddenly came upon Marion and 
Bunce in their musical discussion, something akin 
to a chill stole down his spinal column, and he 
ended the discussion in the quickest possible man- 


ner. 


33 


34 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


He hastened to Getsing’s room. His wife met 
him at the door with a serious countenance, and 
quietly asked for Marion. As the doe scents the 
danger afar for her young, so these two fond par- 
ents instinctively feft that there was danger ahead 
for their darling. 

This was just a light shadow that fell across the 
hitherto happy life of Marion Bon. 

Marion was a high-spirited, sweet-tempered 
young woman, just entering her twentieth year, 
considerably inclined to be a philanthropist. 

The doctor had no secrets from his wife, and 
she who shared the joys and sorrows of a physi- 
cian’s work with her husband many times received 
the blessing from a grateful heart of some needy 
person. 

“Sympathy, too, often sticks in the ear, and lets 
the stomach starve!” But Mrs. Bon’s sympathy 
was none of this emptiness. Her sympathy was 
food for the stomach, if needed, and kindly words 
and deeds for the tired, unhappy souls of her hus- 
band’s patients. 

On a few occasions. Miss Marion had gained 
permission from her father to lighten the burdens 
of some “poor woman” in need. The circum- 
stances of Adrein’s presence in the home had been 
entirely withheld from her, although Mrs. Bon was 
well acquainted with the circumstances. 

But now, as the good doctor and his wife stood 
looking into each other’s face, a mutual thought 
flashed tlirough their minds. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 35 

Their daughter must be told or the meeting with 
Bunce might give her the impression that her 
father’s opinion of the college students was under- 
estimated, and “the appearance of the man” be 
weighed in the balance against paternal advice. 

“Where is Marion?” repeated Mrs. Bon. 

“Marion? I just sent her to call up 201, and I 
sent young Bunce up to the college.” 

Mrs. Bon drew a quick breath, which spoke 
plainly. My daughter is safe, as she asked: “What 
do you wish of 201 ?” 

“Nothing, my dear; all is well there; better than 
here, I fear,” with a nod toward the bed occupied 
by Adrein, who lay tossing and moaning in de- 
lirium. 

“Beson, is it not better that Marion be told of 
the cause of Mr. Getsing’s presence here?” 

The doctor stood in a meditative mood for sev- 
eral moments, — perhaps it was habit before de- 
ciding in a serious case; then with his head well 
up and a resolute expression, he replied: “Yes, 
my dear, we will tell her all of the circumstances, 
and allow her to act according to her own good im 
stincts hereafter.” Then turning to his patient. 
“What is to be done with this case?” Taking out 
his watch, he proceeded to administer some quiet- 
ing compound; but the patient only moaned and 
refused to swallow; once, twice, the third time he 
was successful, and, anxiously watching the result, 


36 BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

at the end of twenty minutes he turned to Mrs. 
Bon and said: 

“Serious! We must send at once for his friends.” 

“Who, or which?” asked Mrs. Bon. 

“Ah, yes! I forgot. No — no, she cannot come. 
’Tis a bad business. My dear, can you not think 
what should be done?” replied the doctor, as he 
again bent over his patient and tested his tempera- 
ture. 

“Beson, I really think his sister would be the 
better one at present. I do not quite remember 
her address, although Mr. Getsing has frequently 
spoken to me of her. Let’s telephone President 
Hosford.” 

“Very well, my dear, you please call him up, 
while I attend here;” and he tried to administer an- 
other potion of the compound to his patient, who 
still lay moaning, “Katie — oh — Katie — those mar- 
guerites stifle me so! Please take them away,” and 
in deep distress he would in imagination push the 
offending flowers from him. 

Mrs. Bon only paused a moment at the door, 
cast a glance at the suffering face, then hastened 
below to the telephone. 

President Hosford’s time was very much occu- 
pied, and as he was obliged to be absent from his 
office most of the time, that afternoon, he was just 
going out, when Bunce returned with the doctor’s 
note. 


BOWS OF WHITK RIBBON. 


37 


Bunce, who was not particularly engaged, asked 
permission to leave “college grounds.” The presi- 
dent was about to acquiesce, when he hesitated, 
and then replied: 

“Mr. Bunce, if you are at leisure you can do 
me a great service. Please remain in the ofifice 
and answer telephone calls.” 

Bunce would, from choice, rather have gone out, 
but for fear of offending, he gave the accustomed 
hand flourish and, bowing low, he said, “Certainly, 
certainly, President, with pleasure.” Bunce was 
soon to have his curiosity rewarded. 

He had been seated in the president’s easy chair 
but a few moments when the telephone bell rang. 
Answering the call he replied, “Hello! who is it?” 

“It’s Mrs. Bon. That you. President Hosford?” 
came the answer. 

Now was his chance; Bunce was a good imi- 
tator, and quick as a flash he personated President 
Hosford. 

“Yes, what is wanted?” 

“Mr. Getsing is very ill. Where can we find his 
sister — her address?” Bunce knew her address, 
as he had once met the lady while spending a few 
days in the town of Getsing’s home. 

“Miss Getsing’s address? Ah, yes,” drawled 
Bunce. “Is M . Wish a dispatch sent?” 

“Yes, at once!” 

“Very well. I will attend to it. O, just a mo- 


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BOWS OF WHITK RIBBON. 


ment,” as Mrs. Bon was about to ring off. “How 
is ‘M.’?” 

“You mean Margarita Gonzales — Mrs. Get- 
sing?” 

“Yes,” answered Bunce, scarcely able to keep 
breath. 

“She is doing nicely. Is that all? If so, please 
send the dispatch at once, as the doctor fears 
Adrein is in a very dangerous condition. Good- 
bye!” 

“Good-bye,” answered Bunce, returning the 
trumpet to its' place, completely astonished at the 
news he had heard. “Could it be that Adrein was 
married ?” he soliloquized. “I am off to McGuire to 
help solve the mystery; but, hold on, Bunce, who 
will answer telephone calls? The telegram, how 
shall I manage it? Tigwiggin,’ here is a sieve 
full! Guess I will ring up the real president.” 

Suiting the action to his thoughts, he was able 
after several calls to locate the president, and give 
the first part of Mrs. Bon’s message. 

In the space of half an hour Bunce was again 
rung up, and the president bade him call Mrs. Bon 
and say that Miss Getsing would come at the ear- 
liest possible moment. They had better send to 
the midnight train, as it would be the first going 
through from her home. 

Bunce was heartily glad to see the president 
when he entered the office about six o’clock, well 
fagged with the day’s work. He thanked Bunce 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


39 


for his assistance; and as he was about to leave 
the room, the president called him back, and asked: 
“Anything further from Mrs. Bon?” and gave 
Bunce a searching look. 

Bunce bowed, smiled, and said, “Nothing fur- 
ther, President Hosford.” 

“Well, then, send McGuire to me if he is free.” 

And Bunce went to McGuire’s room. 


CHAPTER V. 


EXCHANGES. 

“There are so many hills to climb upward, 

That I often am longing to rest.” 

— Sebring. 

I T WAS a quarter of twelve o’clock when 
McGuire walked into Doctor Eon’s down-town 
office, and found the stable boy waiting. 

“Is that you, McGuire?” he asked, as he rose wink- 
ing and blinking and sleepily stretching himself. 
“All right. I’ll have the rig ready in a jerk.” 

And in less than five minutes McGuire was driv- 
ing toward the depot with Doctor Eon’s private 
conveyance, to meet the midnight train and Miss 
Getsing. 

McGuire and Adrein had become quite intimate 
college friends, and on two different occasions 
McGuire had been a guest in the Getsing home, so 
he was no stranger to Katherine Getsing. Yet 
why did he feel so diffident about the meeting? 
Katherine Getsing was a woman among women. 
Courage, perseverance, determination that knew 
no balking, were a part of her make-up. 

Since the day she first gave notice of her birth, 
“I am here and a power to act,” was felt wherever 
she set foot. She had won, after hard labor, the 

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BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


41 


office which she now held, County Superintendent of 
Schools. 

As the train drew up at the station she stepped 
from the rear coach to the platform, — and the light 
from the street showed a stout-built woman of 
twenty-eight, with a sprightly step, a ruddy com- 
plexion, deep gray eyes and dark brown hair. She 
was attired in a brown-blazer suit, with plain walk- 
ing hat, which gave her quite a masculine appear- 
ance. 

As McGuire came forward, she gave him her 
hand and anxiously asked for her brother. 

McGuire blushed and stammered like a school 
girl, but was directly put at ease by her cheerful 
manner, and a low laugh, with: “Well, never mind. 
I shall soon see for myself,” and with somewhat of 
a puzzled expression of countenance she allowed 
him to assist her into the waiting vehicle. 

Just as McGuire took the lines, he looked up 
and saw Bunce, who was leaning against a neigh- 
boring lamp post. He was about to start the 
horses when a carriage backed against the platform 
and blocked the way. 

The throb of the steam in the escape valves,— the 
snort of the engine, the bell, all gave warning that 
the train was about to leave the station. 

The driver called, “Out of the way, you fellows!” 
and as McGuire sat watching, he saw two persons 
alight from the carriage; one was a middle-aged 
lady, the other was closely veiled ; just at that mo- 


42 BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

ment the wail of an infant caused Katherine to 
turn her head, and she, too, saw the two ladies. 
But they were soon lost in the rush for the train. 

When the depot had been left well behind, and 
the horses were in a lively trot, the wail of that 
infant still rang in her ears. 

Weeks and months were to pass before she again 
heard that pitiful wail, but so powerful was this 
woman’s memory that when she again heard, she 
recognized. 

They were met at the rectory door by Mrs. 
Bon. The doctor was out attending another pa- 
tient. The stable boy was at hand and took charge 
of the horses; and McGuire was invited to spend 
the remainder of the night at the rectory. 

Katherine deliberately followed Mrs. Bon to the 
sitting room without asking a question, or a trace 
of the great anxiety that she felt; drank the coffee, 
ate the lunch which Mrs. Bon had so thoughtfully 
prepared. 

McGuire sat down to the lunch table, but could 
scarcely taste a mouthful. 

When Miss Getsing had finished, she turned so 
abruptly to Mrs. Bon that that lady drew a quick 
breath. 

“Please take me to my brother!” she said. 

Mrs. Bon hesitated a moment, as the doctor’s 
orders had been, “Admit no one until I can re- 
turn,” but one glance at Miss Getsing was suffi- 
cient, that she was not the person they expected. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


43 


and there was no delay to be brooked in this 
woman. 

So Mrs. Bon meekly led the way to Adrein’s 
room. He still lay tossing and moaning. There 
arose a suspicious mist about Katherine’s eyes as 
she saw her favorite thus suffering; quickly step- 
ping across the room she stood by his bed and, with 
a great effort, mastered her emotions. 

All unconscious of her presence, he still called 
her name, — “Kate, Kate, take them away!” 

She bent over him and said, “What, dear?” 

“These marguerites; they stifle me so!” he mut- 
tered, apparently half-conscious of her presence, — 
and then in great distress, “Oh, Katie, Katie!” 

“Yes, dear,” she said soothingly, and her voice 
seemed to quiet him. 

The first dawn of day came peeping in at the 
curtained windows, and still Adrein moaned and 
talked; always, “Oh, Katie, Katie, take them 
away!” 

For the twentieth time, perhaps, Katherine had 
soothed him by an imaginary removal of the trou- 
blesome flowers. She was bending over the couch 
when Doctor Bon entered the room. 

His wife had fallen asleep in her chair while wait- 
ing for his return. As he knew she needed rest, 
he had not wakened her, and he came unannoi4nced 
to Miss Getsing to see his patient. Coming to the 
bedside he gave Katherine his hand in silence. 


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BOWS OF WHITF RIBBON. 


Without Speaking, she stepped aside, and he 
took her place. After looking seriously at his 
patient, Doctor Bon proceeded to administer a po- 
tion of medicine; then stood waiting; ten minutes, 
no change, another potion; ten minutes waiting, 
no change; a shake of the head. He hesitated, 
then administered a few drops more; ten minutes, 
fifteen minutes, twenty minutes; with watch in 
hand he turned to Miss Getsing who stood 
anxiously waiting. 

A slight change was apparent in the patient; 
gradually his mutterings became fainter, and soon 
he slept; at first, very lightly, then his breathing 
became deeper and deeper. 

The doctor walked to the opposite end of the 
room and beckoned Katherine to follow him. 

“Miss Getsing,” said the doctor abruptly, “your 
brother is very ill, but I now have hopes that he 
will soon recover.” 

Katherine drew a sigh of relief over those few 
encouraging words; she had every confidence in 
his ability as a physician. 

“What result do you expect from your medi- 
cine?” she asked. 

“He will remain in this sleep for several hours; 
nothing further can be done,” and they again 
crossed the room. 

“Poor boy!” said Katherine, as they drew near 
the bed; “this is commencement week; what a 
disappointment it will be to him! He has felt so 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


45 


proud of his class work, and now he cannot enter 
the oratorical contest, I fear.” 

'‘No,” said the doctor mechanically, for his 
thoughts were elsewhere. The whole panorama of 
events connected with Adrein Getsing in the last 
three weeks rose before him. 

He saw, too, a young girl whose rank in her own 
home circle, in the community, and among her dear 
friends, had been equally as good as that of Adrein 
Getsing’s. 

He saw Margarita Gonzales — weak and worn 
physically, — bowed with shame and disgrace. A 
picture of her as she appeared to him the preceding 
afternoon came to his mind. So utterly down- 
cast, and when he asked her if she would like to 
see Adrein, such a heart-breaking sob; even now 
he hears her cry, “Never! O never!” 

Doctor and Mrs. Bon had known Margarita 
from childhood, and their sympathy was entirely 
with her. 

Doctor Bon bade Katherine make herself as 
comfortable as possible, and then he sought his 
own room to gain what little rest he could, after his 
hard night’s labor. 

Thus, while sweet rest was stealing over the in- 
mates of the rectory, let us go back to the scene so 
indelibly stamped on the doctors mind. 

Margarita was sitting in a large willow rocker; 
the cottage was quiet, for the good Mrs. Hatch was 
taking her afternoon nap. Margarita was thinking. 


46 BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

thinking of the life before her, of the life she had 
left behind her. 

Her mother had died when she was a babe, and 
her father had not lived to see the day of his daugh- 
ter's disgrace. Her step-mother had bade her 
“Begone! and never again enter the house.” How 
well she remembered the day; just a few months 
before, when, blinded by tears and half fainting, 
she was tenderly lifted into a carriage and borne 
to this cottage. 

Mrs. Bon was local president of the Woman’s 
Christian Temperance Union, and was ever on the 
lookout for these girls who sacrifice so much for 
the man they love. 

Then the dreary days that followed; except for 
the great kindness shown her by these dear ladies 
of the white ribbon, she would have died. 

Then came the day of her confession and the 
action taken by the white ribboners, aided and 
carried out by Doctor Bon and Mr. Hurst. 

And just here a faint color came to the pale 
cheeks, as she thanked God that her baby boys 
would bear an honorable name. A lusty cry from 
the bed brought Mrs. Hatch forth with one eye 
half closed, as in dreamland, and Margarita saw 
four little hands peeping from the covers. 

“Yes, there were twin baby boys, and you never 
could tell the which from the other,” as Mrs, Hatch 
often repeated to the ladies who came to call. 

Doctor Bon came in, and finding all doing well. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


47 


had broached the subject to Margarita of meeting 
Adrein; when to his surprise, she gave way, and 
such heart-rending sobs were rarely heard, even by 
a physician. 

“Never! Oh never, let me see him again,” was 
her cry. 

The doctor dared say no more, as she was en- 
tirely too weak to bear such a strain. Feeling that 
he had done his duty, and that perhaps she would 
in time feel differently, he left the cottage and re- 
turned home, to find Adrein in the first stage of 
brain-fever. 

Margarita knew full well when Doctor Bon sug- 
gested a plan that it would be carried out in time. 
At the thought of again meeting Adrein, she be- 
came so terrified that she could scarcely think. 
However, that mood soon passed, and she became 
a resolute woman. She must leave the cottage. Go 
away! Anywhere! Should she tell the ladies who 
had befriended her? Yes, better go under their 
protection. 

Ffearing Mrs. Bon’s disapproval of the change, 
Margarita sent Mrs. Hatch with a note to the 
secretary of the W. C. T. U., asking her to call 
immediately, if possible. 

The lady, although interested in the work in 
general, was not personally acquainted with Mar- 
garita. When she heard Margarita’s wish, she 
knew no reason why she should not make a change 
from the cottage to a “Home for the Fallen,” and 


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she was quite delighted at the thought, as she her- 
self was obliged to visit the “Home” at St. Paul; 
expected to start on the midnight train, and would 
take Margarita and the babies with her. 

In her own heart she thought the change was 
just what was needed, especially when she, too, 
saw the pain and distress caused by a suggestion 
that Mr. Getsing be called before they left. Mar- 
garita begged so piteously for the change to be 
made as quickly as possible that Mrs. Snow ac- 
quiesced. 

And so it was arranged that Mrs. Hatch should 
prepare Margarita and the babies for the journey 
that evening. Mrs. Hatch accompanied Margarita 
to the depot, and was met at the train by Mrs. 
Snow. 

Ah! Bunce, and you, too, McGuire, what would 
you say had you known who those ladies were? 
And you, Katherine Getsing, as you heard that 
wail, did your woman’s instinct tell you that kin- 
dred blood coursed through that infant’s veins? 

Bunce had come to the depot for no other pur- 
pose than to satisfy his curiosity — to see if McGuire 
met Miss Getsing. When the train pulled out with 
Mrs. Adrein Getsing, nee Margarita Gonzales, and 
her two babies, accompanied by Mrs. Snow, Bunce, 
all unsuspecting, entered the same carriage that 
had carried them to the depot, and ordered the 
driver, “To the Law College.” 

As they passed the rectory he saw a bright light 


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49 


in Adrein’s room, and he recalled his conversation 
through the telephone with Mrs. Bon. 

'Tigwiggin!” he ejaculated, “who would have 
thought it? Getsing married! I wonder if his 
wife is there — at the rectory.” 

And then he thought of the class rank and the 
vacancy; and he began to canvass his mind for a 
fit subject for his oration in case he should be thus 
favored. 

With a bang the carriage door flew open; he was 
at the college gate. Paying his fare, he ran up the 
steps to the “hall” and on to his room, stopping at 
McGuire’s door to see if he was in. No answer 
forthcoming, Bunce was soon in his own room, and 
off in happy dreamland, delivering an oration on 
“The Divorce Law.” 


CHAPTER VI. 
CONSEQUENCES. 


‘Time steals them from us, chances strange, 
Disastrous accident, and change. 

That come to all; 

Even in the most exalted state, 

Relentless sweeps the stroke of fate; 

The strongest fall!” 


— Longfellow. 



HEN McGuire opened his eyes, he could 


scarcely think where he was, or how he 


^ ■ came there; and then, as the morning sun 
told him that it was high time for him to report 
at college, he was out of bed in a whiff, and all of 
the circumstances of his being at the rectory came 
back to him. 

Leisurely taking a bath, and hastily dressing, 
he quietly made his way down stairs, meeting 
Marion in the hall. He had never been particularly 
fond of ladies, and it was a great mystery to him 
how Adrein could spend so many of his evenings 
in those moonlight strolls with Margarita, of which 
McGuire knew. 

But McGuire was to be awakened from this feel- 
ing of indifference; for many a day did that morn- 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


51 


ing’s events remain with him. Marion’s face, her 
cordial manner, that sweet voice were as constantly 
before him as the never ceasing click, click, click- 
ety, click of the telegraph key in a railway depot. 

To Marion, McGuire was only a stranger be- 
neath her father’s roof, and he passed from her 
thoughts as quickly and quietly as a leaf flutters 
to the ground. 

Not so with those sweet strains of music which 
Bunce evoked from the piano for her benefit; they 
were still chiming, chiming in her ear like the 
sweet strains of a mother’s lullaby-song; and how 
many times in the last twenty-four hours had she 
caught herself humming snatches of those same 
sweet strains. 

Occasionally curling locks and beautiful white 
hands would come before her, and suddenly there 
came a great desire to see more, know more and 
hear more of one who had so charmed her musical 
sensibility. 

Marion had not yet heard the story of Mar- 
garita’s disgrace, and already she was questioning 
the justice of her father’s opinion about the col- 
lege students; when she did know the cause of 
Getsing’s presence in the house it was already too 
late to shake her good opinion of Bunce. 

Cadiz Bunce, are you worthy of this girl’s re- 
spect, esteem, love? Perhaps not, but you can 
make yourself worthy. 


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“The power of love in all ages create angels, who 
likewise follow the happy or unhappy lover every- 
where, even in his dreams.’’ If that be true, then 
let this girl’s purity of thought, noble ideals, cour- 
age that knows no faltering — when tempted and 
tried — so thoroughly permeate your character that 
you rise from the dust of unrighteous principles and 
show to your associates, and to the world, a new 
manhood. 

McGuire passed out of the rectory, and on to the 
college. Marion was about to seek the garden for 
a breath of the refreshing morning air, when her 
father called to her from the library: “Marion, my 
dear, come here and take this to your mother,” 
handing her a sealed letter. “Tell her that I am 
called out on important business and cannot be at 
home until one o’clock this afternoon. In the mean- 
time make Miss Getsing as comfortable as possible. 
If she needs any further assistance, call up Presi- 
dent Hosford, as he may be able to help her out.” 

“But papa,” said Marion, “you are going with- 
out your breakfast!” 

“I had a cup of coffee, and can do nicely for the 
present, — there has been a wreck. The midnight 
train going north collided with a south-bound pas- 
senger, and a great many are seriously injured, I 
fear. At least they sent me a dispatch to come to 

the scene of action at Y . So good-by, my 

dear, and tell your mother, please!” 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


53 


Marion kissed her father, and then hurried to her 
mother’s room with the letter and his message. 

Mrs. Bon had just finished her morning toilet 
when Marion entered. She looked worn and tired 
from her night’s vigil. She greeted her daughter 
with a beautiful smile, and, as Marion handed her 
the letter, she glanced at the envelope; in the upper 
left-hand corner she recognized the white ribbon- 
er’s seal, “Secretary of W. C. T. U.,” and penciled 
beneath it, “Im.portant.” 

She was about to tear the envelope, when 
Marion put her arm around her mother’s neck and 
said, as she too read the seal: “Mamma, papa 

has just received a telegram calling him to Y . 

There has been a terrible accident on the Chicago 
and North-Western Road, and he fears many lives 
are lost.” 

Mrs. Bon and Marion talked on about ihe acci- 
dent, and had nearly forgotten the letter when Mrs. 
Bon surprised Marion with a startled expression 
of countenance. 

“Did you say the midnight north-bound passen- 
ger, Marion?” she exclaimed. 

“Yes, Mamrna! Why?” 

“Mrs. Snow was to have gone to St. Paul on 
that train on business for the W. C. T. U.” 

“Then, Mamma, you had better read your letter, 
perhaps ” 


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BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


“Why, it is marked ‘important,’ ” exclaimed Mrs. 
Bon, and hastily tearing off the envelope she read: 

“My Dear Mrs. Bon — 

“I have decided to take Margarita with me to 
the ‘Home;’ the babies, too, of course. I trust you 
will think this is a wise course, as I feel sure the 
change is needed to straighten the tangled web. 

“Do what you think best about letting Mr. 
Getsing know of the change. Yours, 

“Eliza Snow.” 

“What is it. Mamma?” asked Marion. 

Mrs. Bon looked slightly distressed, and she was 
about to tell Marion the contents of the letter, 
when she bethought herself that her daughter knew 
nothing of the circumstances; thinking it better not 
to disclose them to her at present, she put the 
letter on her desk and said: “Nothing, dear, — 
about the accident. It was a business letter from 
Mrs. Snow; and that reminds me. I shall be obliged 
to attend the meeting at Mrs. G.’s this afternoon.” 

“How about Miss Getsing, Mamma?” 

“So, So! I had nearly forgotten her for the 
moment,” and Mrs. Bon slipped her hand through 
her daughter’s arm and they thus entered Adrein’s 
room. 

Katherine still sat by the bed, and her brother 
lay in that deep sleep. The doctor had been in 
the room before he departed for the scene of the 
accident, and bade her administer the medicine. 


BOWS OP WHITE RIBBON. 55 

and he hoped that Adrein would sleep until he 
would return. 

As Mrs. Bon and Marion entered the room, Miss 
Getsing rose and came forward. Mrs. Bon 
extended both hands to her guest, and turning to 
Marion she said: “Miss Getsing, my daughter — 
Miss Bon.” 

Katherine took Marion’s hand, and now she felt 
that great longing to utterly break down and cry 
that one feels when having braved alone a great 
nervous strain, and then suddenly find one’s self 
surrounded by sympathizing friends. 

With a great effort Katherine controlled herself 
when Marion said, — “How is your brother, Miss 
Getsing? I hope he may soon be better.” 

“I fear he is very ill. Poor Rena!” replied Kath- 
erine. “How dreadfully disappointed he will be to 
miss this week’s work at school. He has been such 
a dear brother, I cannot spare him now! So let us 
hope that he may soon be better.” 

Mrs. Bon drew a breath akin to a sigh, as she 
thought how this woman’s heart would be wrung 
at the story of her brother’s trouble; and who can 
break the news to her? she thought. 

How little she knew Katherine Getsing, or her 
high ideals of manhood and womanhood! 

Had she known Katherine Getsing better, Mrs. 
Bon would never have hesitated for a moment to 
tell her all of the circumstances connected with 
Adrein’s presence in their home. 


56 BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

It was much better that she did not know, and 
that Katherine should learn of it as she did. 

“Will you not go down while I sit with your 
brother?” asked Mrs. Bon. 

“No, thank you, I do not feel weariness so much 
as anxiety. If you will please send me a cup of 
coflee, I shall feel greatly obliged. And Mrs. Bon,” 
as she and Marion were about to leave the room, 
“is my brother’s trunk here?” 

“I believe not — at the college, I presume. I am. 
quite sure he has never had it brought down,” 
replied Mrs. Bon. 

“I will call up President Hosford, and have it 
sent down immediately,” said Marion. 

“If you will I shall be much obliged to you, as I 
see he needs fresh linen,” and Katherine sighed 
as she thought how many times she had replen- 
ished his stock of linen, for which he usually kissed 
her and called her his “darling sister Katie.” 

How she longed to see his eyes open once 
again. She remained at her post beside the bed 
while Mrs. Bon went to order the coffee — and 
Marion to the telephone. 

President Hosford answered Marion’s call, and 
said he would send the trunk, Bunce was just 
passing Adrein’s room when he saw the drayman 
taking the trunk. He stopped to inquire about it, 
and as the trunk was rather heavy, he assisted the 
man down the hall steps and on, — out to the walk. 
The man invited him up to a seat beside him on 


BOWS OF WHI'TK RIBBON. 


57 


the dray; for Bunce seemed about to leave the 
college grounds. 

Now that was just what Bunce wished as it 
would give him another excuse for entering the 
rectory. Perhaps he would learn more about Mrs. 
Adrein Getsing; if not he might by chance meet 
Miss Bon. 

Marion was passing through the hall when she 
saw the drayman and Bunce coming up the walk 
with the trunk. She opened the door for them, 
and, as Bunce lifted his hat, his heart gave a great 
thump, as he saw the blush-tint come to Marion’s 
cheeks. 

She led the way to Adrein’s room, and was some- 
what surprised at the familiar greeting between 
Miss Getsing and Mr. Bunce. 

Bunce was about to leave the room, as he saw 
Marion at the other end of the hall, when Kather- 
ine asked, *‘Are you at leisure for a few hours?” 

“Certainly, certainly! Miss Getsing, at your serv- 
ice; is there anything I can do?” 

Katherine adjusted a window shade and said: “I 
shall need some assistance in the course of half an 
hour or such a matter.” But it was full twice that 
time before Katherine needed him. 

“Oh, Bunce, you are a lucky fellow!” he could 
scarcely keep from exclaiming aloud, as he hurried 
to overtake Marion. 

They were descending the stairs together as 
Mrs. Bon came into the lower hall. She was 


58 BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

Startled when she saw them, and then a fond 
mother’s smile hovered about her lips as she 
thought how well her daughter was looking. 

When Marion reached the foot of the stairs, 
followed by Bunce, Mrs. Bon came forward and 
Marion said, “Mr. Bunce — my mother.” 

For a moment she hesitated, and then like a 
flash came the words of advice from her dead 
chieftain, Frances E. Willard — “Tell all the world 
to be good!” and like a true white ribboner, she 
reached out her hand to welcome, to save if need 
be, “somebody’s boy.” 

She saw a tall, graceful young man, with curling 
locks and shapely white hands, who bowed low as 
she greeted him. 

As he was now her guest, she invited him into 
the private sitting room. Marion would far rather 
have gone to the parlor and listened to more of 
that enrapturing music, but she saw her mother’s 
determined look, and she could only follow as Mrs. 
Bon led the way. 

Mrs. Bon thought that if she wished to be of any 
service to young Bunce it was not to be done by 
leaving. him alone with her daughter, and so the 
morning passed with these three in pleasant con- 
versation. How little did they know what changes 
another June morning would bring them. 


CHAPTER VII. 


DISCOVERIES. 


"Oh, why and whither? God knows all; 

I only know that he is good, 

And that whatever may befall 
Or here or there, must be the best that could. 

“Our weakness is the strength of sin. 

But love must needs be stronger far, 
Outreaching all and gathering in the erring spirit 
And the wandering star." 


— Whittier. 



HEN Katherine found her brother’s trunk 


locked, she was at no loss to open it; from 


* ■ her own ring of keys, which she always 
carried with her, she had a key to Adrein’s trunk. 

How well she remembered the day when he 
came home with his purchase, — that trunk; just 
before leaving for college — so full of animation 
and boyish pranks, as he said: “See, Katie, I have 
two keys, and one I shall give to you, so that, in 
case of my death, you may have no trouble in 
finding my will.” 

She was so proud and fond of him then. And 
again she had hard work to repress the storm of 
tears, as she looked at his haggard face. 


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BOWS OB WHITE RIBBON. 


But she would open his trunk and look over his 
linen. The interior of the trunk was similar to 
any commonly found in the shops; a till for hats, 
cuffs, collars, and in the cover was the till for 
shoes. 

As Katherine threw up the ponderous zinc cover 
the jar turned the button of the shoe-till, and out 
came tumbling a quantity of letters. 

She was gathering them up when she noticed a 
bundle carefully tied with a blue ribbon, and under- 
neath the string was a bunch, of withered mar- 
guerites. 

Ah, she thought, here must be the secret that so 
troubled Rena before he fell asleep. And again, in 
imagination, she hears him calling, “Katie, O 
Katie! take them away; those marguerites, they 
stifle me so.” 

Like a wise sister, under the circumstances, she 
untied the ribbon and read the contents of the first 
letter which Margarita had written to Adrein: 

“Mr. Getsing — 

“Your note received; thanking you for your kind 
invitation to the play this evening, I shall be ready 
to accompany you. Margarita.” 

“Ah !” thought Katherine, “Margarita has a 
double meaning.” She read on — one after another; 
her face became serious and then stern. “Oh, 
Rena!” she exclaimed, “I fear you have done 
wrong.” 


BOWS OF WHITF RIBBON. 6l 

She did not know all, or her head and heart 
would have ached worse than they did. At the 
sixth she smiled; perhaps she was thinking of her 
own first love; she read aloud: 

“Dear Adrein — 

“You must not think of those whims of mine, 
when I tell you what a delightful evening I spent 
where last we met. My step-mother was unusually 
pleasant when I returned. How I do long to see 
you, as I have so many things to tell you about. 
I wish you were more welcome at my home. I 
know it would be different were papa living, or my 
own dear mamma. 

“You asked me to say ‘Dear Adrein, just once,’ 
and I will give you a double pleasure. 

“Dear Adrein at the beginning, and now, dear 
Adrein, good-bye. Margarita.” 

There were others, and Katherine felt she must 
read them all. As she read of those happy meet- 
ings outside of Margarita’s home, those long 
moonlight strolls, a stern look of disapproval came 
over her face; serious, indeed, was the expression 
as she read the last letter in the package. 

“Dear Adrein — 

“I must say good-bye to you and to all my 
friends. I cannot longer remain at home. My 
step-mother has ordered me this day to ‘begone’ 
and never, oh, never, come home again. I know 
not where I shall go or what I shall do. Meet me 
this evening at X. Margarita.” 


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BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


Adrein went to the place appointed by Mar- 
garita, but he did not find her, for she was already 
tenderly cared for. 

That was all. Katherine searched high and low 
in her brother’s trunk for further traces of Mar- 
garita and she finally decided that the girl was 
unworthy and had found another. 

She put the letters all back in the till and turned 
the button. 

Going to the bedside, she looked thoughtfully at 
Adrein’s face, as she wondered if Rena really did 
care for this girl, and if that were the cause of 
his trouble. 

Ah, Katherine, if you only knew all of your 
brother’s troubles, would your heart go out in 
sympathy to this poor girl in her needs, and your 
brother be made to feel “that life were worth liv- 
ing,” because of a noble sister’s influence ? 

For many a day after she did know Katherine 
fought and fought the battle with herself, only 
seeing the trouble as a disadvantage to her 
brother’s career, although in action she was true 
to her principles of justice. 

She laid the fresh linen on the back of a 
chair; consulting her watch, she found the time — 
a quarter of eleven; just the time she had left home 
last night. 

Taking writing material from Adrein’s trunk, 
she wrote a letter to her father. Her mother had 
died when Adrein was a babe, and as she had been 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 63 

sister and mother to him, her heart was doubly 
touched with any trouble that might befall him. 

She had finished her letter and was thinking how 
she could get it to the post, when Marion came 
softly into the room. 

“My dear Miss Getsing, are you not weary? 
Cannot some one relieve you for a short time? You 
do look so dreadfully tired,” and she added as she 
saw Katherine’s look of hesitation, “Mr. Bunce 
is waiting below to do any service for you. Can- 
not he sit with your brother for a few moments?” 

“You are very thoughtful, Miss Bon. If my 
brother would remain in his present condition I 
would like to post a letter.” 

“It would take you less than twenty minutes to 
do that. Do go. The walk in the air will rest you 
so much.” 

Marion was rewarded for her thoughtfulness by 
seeing Katherine put on her hat and jacket as she 
replied: “Please send Mr. Bunce up to me, Miss 
Bon.” 

Bunce, who was being entertained by Mrs. Bon, 
was pleased to do any bidding of Miss Marion’s, 
and he soon entered Adrein’s room. Katherine 
bade him sit by the bed until she returned. 

In the lower hall she was being directed by 
Marion which street to take, when Mrs. Bon came 
from the room with bonnet and cape, and a pleas- 
ant smile as she said: “Miss Getsing, I am going 


64 BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

down to the post and shall be pleased to accom- 
pany you, if you wish.” 

As they walked leisurely down the street Kath- 
erine was filling her lungs with the delicious June 
air, and scarcely heard Mrs. Bon, who was chat- 
ting on her favorite theme, “the white-ribboners.” 

“I see you are not a member of the W. C. T. U., 
Miss Getsing.” 

“No” 

“Do you never feel interested in the work?” 

“To a certain degree, yes.” 

“Would you not like to become a member?” 
asked Mrs. Bon. 

“I cannot at present. When I become a member 
of any society it is to become a worker. My work 
as superintendent is as much as I dare tax myself 
with.” 

Mrs. Bon changed the subject, not wishing to 
harass her guest in her present weariness. How 
she longed for Katherine Getsing to become an 
interested worker. Oh! if she were only one 
already. How much easier would be the task of 
telling her all connected with Adrein’s trouble. 

They had reached the mail-box, deposited their 
letters, and were retracing their steps toward the 
rectory when they heard a gentleman’s voice calling 
to them. 

“Mrs. Bon, one moment, please!” 

“Who is it?’” asked Katherine, and for one 
moment she became so pale that Mrs. Bon thought 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 65 

that she was going to faint. A moment and she 
was herself again. 

“You have overtaxed yourself, Miss Getsing,” 
said Mrs. Bon; but their pursuer had overtaken 
them, and was saying: “Mrs. Bon, your friend has 
lost her watch.” 

Katherine put out her hand, and with a startled 
look was about to thank the gentleman, when Mrs. 
Bon waived street etiquette and said: “Mr. 
Hurst — allow me — Miss Getsing, this is our rec- 
tor.” 

As he handed the watch to Katherine the case 
came open, and he smiled as he saw the portrait of 
a gentleman’s face. 

Did Mrsw Bon see the picture too? thought 
Katherine. Yes, and that accounted to her for 
Miss Getsing’s strange behavior, for now she saw 
Katherine covered with confusion, and Mr. Hurst 
with such a queer expression on his face she could 
not quite make up her mind whether he were 
pleased or vexed. 

Katherine thanked him, and then, to her sur- 
prise, he walked up the street with them. Yes, 
was really entering the rectory; and now for the 
first time since her arrival she became aware in 
whose house she was a guest. She was noting the 
style of architecture — the nearness of the church. 

“Yes,” said Mrs. Bon, divining her inquiring 
glances, “this is St. John’s Rectory; we are really 
Mr. Hurst’s tenants.” 


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By this time they had reached the front entrance. 
A breath of June roses was wafted to them from 
the rear garden, in which the rector took great 
pride, as it was his especial care. 

Mrs. Bon paused at the foot of the steps leading 
up to the piazza. She looked up with a surprised 
and pleased expression on her face as she saw Mr. 
Hurst and Miss Getsing standing side by side at 
the rectory door. How like and yet how unlike 
they were. Amos Hurst had a sandy complexion, 
auburn hair, smooth face; he looked more like a 
school-boy than a rector of no less than thirty years 
of age. 

Miss Getsing would impress one as being more 
able to carry the work of a rectory physically, 
than Mr. Hurst himself. 

Mrs. Bon drew a deep breath as she thought of 
another scene she had looked upon that morning 
— Marion and Bunce, as they descended the stairs. 

Katherine hurried up to her brother’s room. 
Mrs. Bon went about her household duties; Mr. 
Hurst to his garden. He sat down on a garden 
seat and folded his arms across his chest; with 
bowed head, he was lost in deep thought. He was 
thinking of his college days; the events of his past 
life were before him. 


CHAPTER VIII. 


RETURNS. 

“Yet, live there still who can remember well, 

How, when a mountain chief his bugle blew, 

Both field and forest, dingle, cliff, and dell. 

And solitary heath, the signal knew. 

And fast the faithful clan around him drew; 

What time the warning note was keenly wound. 

What time aloof their kindred banner flew. 

With clamorous war-pipes yelled the gathering sound. 
And while the fiery cross glanced like a meteor round.” 

— Scott. 


RS. BON was anxiously awaiting the doc- 
/ V tor’s return, before she went out for the 
* » afternoon to the W. C. T. U. 

One o’clock was chimed by the clock on the 
mantle; the half-hour stroke; she arose hastily; the 
hour appointed for the meeting to open was two, 
and, as she must necessarily preside, she must be 
prompt. Yet how she longed to see her husband — 
to know that he was well — and to learn the result 
of his trip. She was not to be thus favored, and a 
quarter of two o’clock, she was obliged to leave 
the rectory and to go her way. 

When Mrs. Bon arrived at the hoine of Mrs. 

G , the ladies were nearly all gathered around 

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a table discussing the merits and worthiness of 
the new leader, Mrs. Stevens, of Portland, Maine; 
for this was the June-time following Miss Will- 
ard’s death. 

A late magazine was produced by Mrs. G , 

in which Mrs. Stevens was pictured as reading. 
Some one imagined it must be “The Beautiful 
Story.” Others thought differently, as she was 
already too familiar with the minor, as well as the 
major details of Miss Willard’s life. Then followed 
a short discussion about the railway wreck. At 
two o’clock sharp Mrs. Bon called the ladies to 
order. The usual form of opening had been gone 

through, when Mrs. G quietly left the room to 

answer the door bell. In a moment she returned 
and handed Mrs. Bon a letter. 

Several little matters of business were disposed 
of and then Mrs. Bon informed the ladies that she 
held in her hand a letter, she believed, from Mrs. 
Snow. All were anxious to learn further particu- 
lars about the wreck. 

Mrs. Bon addressed the ladies: “Members of 
the union,” she said, “I earnestly hope that what- 
ever Mrs. Snow has written about a case, we are all 
interested in — that of our care for Margarita Gon- 
zales Getsing — may be kept entirely among our- 
selves for the present at least. 

“Mr. Getsing is now at the rectory dangerously 
ill and his sister is with him.” 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 69 

She then opened and read aloud Mrs. Snow’s 
letter. 

“St. Paul, June, 1898. 

“Dear President of the W. C. T. U.: — You have 
doubtless already heard of the terrible accident 
that our train met with last night. 

“Thanking Providence that my own life is still 
spared, I feel deeply for those who are called to 
mourn, for there were ten lives lost, and more 
sustained injuries. 

“As you well know Margarita was with me. She 
received a slight injury, and I am sorry to record 
that one of the babies is missing. One of them 
was especially fretful, and we had made a comfort- 
able bed on the seat in front of us for the other one, 
and he was sleeping so nicely when the trains col- 
lided. 

“I was thrown against a seat and was uncon- 
scious for a time. When I came to Margarita and 
one babe had been removed to a cottage, and I had 
hard work to find them, which I did after much 
inquiry. 

“She was greatly distressed when she saw me 
enter the cottage without the other babe. I have 
tried in vain to find the little one. I know that he 
is not dead, for the coach in which we were riding 
was not greatly damaged and no trace of the re- 
mains was found. 

“He was wrapped in a large plaid shawl which 
Margarita said you gave her. I hope you can re- 


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member the description of the shawl, as it is the 
only clue we have to work on. 

“We are now located at the ‘Home,’ and Mar- 
garita is trying to resign herself to fate. 

“If the child is not found it may be the means 
of bringing these two young people to a realization 
of making the most of their future life. 

“Wishing you a pleasant meeting, I shall report 
further business when I return, 

“Eliza Snow.” 

A few other matters were attended to, and then 
the meeting adjourned, as all were excited over 
the news of the lost child. 

Mrs. Bon was anxious to be at home and hear 
more from the doctor, and so she hurried out. 
Away from the house she remembered that shawl. 
How well she remembered it! 

One of those old-fashioned Scotch plaids; a 
large plaid of pink barred with red, purple, green, 
yellow and white. 

Poor little baby, how she hoped it had found a 
good place in some nice home. She wished she 
had taken it herself. 

She was hurrying up the street when she met 
Marion coming to meet her with a letter. “I 
know it is from papa,” she said, “and I was so anx- 
ious to hear of the wreck.” They went into a neigh- 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


71 


boring shop, and Mrs. Bon opened and read with 
Marion looking over her shoulder: 

‘‘My Dear Wife: — I cannot possibly reach home 
before evening; much work to be done here. Tell 
Miss Getsing to reduce quantity of medicine, and 
should the brother wake and know her, he will do 
nicely until I come. But, please, do not allow him 
to talk. Keep him as quiet as possible. 

“Do not worry about me, and try and get much 
needed rest for yourself. Mrs. Snow has already 
written you about the loss of Margarita’s babe. 
Good-bye, my dear. B. Bon.” 

“Who is Margarita, mamma?” asked Marion. 

“Oh, an unfortunate girl whom Mrs. Snow was 
taking to the ‘Home,’ ” answered her mother, and 
Marion said: 

“Poor thing! So her baby was killed?” 

Mrs. Bon did not answer her, and Marion soon 
forgot about it. They had walked a few blocks 
chatting pleasantly, when Mrs. Bon asked: “Is 
Mr. Bunce still at the rectory?” 

“I think so, mamma. Mr. Hurst is also there. 
I thought Miss Getsing could do nicely without me 
for half an hour.” 

“Yes, dear, but I think you should go home now. 
I have one more call I wish to make. Mrs. Hos- 
ford was not at the meeting to-day, and I wish to 
see her on important business, so good-bye, dear. 
I shall be at home in time to attend to tea.” 


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Marion returned to the rectory. Mrs. Bon called 
a carriage and ordered the driver “to College 
grounds.” On her arrival there she made her way 
to one of the spacious buildings through a long 
corridor, up a winding stair, she stopped at a side 
door, and pressed the button to an electric bell. 

Presently the door was opened and she was 
shown into a pretty sitting-room occupied by Mrs. 
Hosford. President and Mrs. Hosford had no 
children, and had often, of late, discussed the ad- 
visability of taking a child from the “Home,” and 
for this purpose Mrs. Bon had come to call on 
Mrs. Hosford. Then, too, they were old school- 
friends, and spent many pleasant afternoons to- 
gether. 

Mrs. Hosford was an interested worker in the 
W. C. T. U. movement, and as she met Mrs. Bon, 
her personal appearance commanded respect; a tall 
spectacled woman, rather inclined to embonpoint; 
decidedly an attractive woman, for where brains 
and energy were wanted, Mrs. Hosford would well 
take first rank. She was not only an active 
member in the local union, but was secretary of 
the state union. 

She gave Mrs. Bon a cordial greeting, and then 
the two ladies began discussing the serious rail- 
way accident. 

“Mrs. Bon, it seems dreadful when we think of 
the loss of life continually going on in these rail- 
way accidents. I had a letter from my brother 


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Will this morning — you know he is a railroad 
man, he is now located at El Paso, Texas, and 
even there wrecks are quite a common occurrence.” 

“So,” said Mrs. Bon, ‘T supposed a great many of 
our accidents were due to the tunnels and hilly 
country through which the road is laid from Chi- 
cago to St. Paul.” 

“It seems nearly as terrible as war,” replied Mrs. 
Hosford, “and it makes me heartsick to have our 
country again plunged in war.” 

“Yes, Louisa, this is a sad year in our country’s 
history; first we mourn the loss of our chieftain. 
One equal to Miss Willard, I fear, cannot easily 
be found to carry on the W. C. T. U. work as she 
did.” 

“I fear not, Augusta, but what do you think of 
our ability to meet Spain?” 

“Louisa, I do not for a moment doubt our coun- 
try’s ability to meet the Spanish nation. I hear 
that Minnesota has already filled her quota for vol- 
unteers, and that a train load of the ‘boys’ is soon 
to pass through here.” 

“Really, how fortunate that this train was not 
in the accident, and now, that you mentioned the 
‘boys,’ President Hosford and the students of the 
law college are discussing the advisability of get- 
ting up a company. Many of the students are anx- 
ious to enlist.” 

“I had thought that such would be the case,” 
replied Mrs. Bon. 


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“Yes, and with the same movement, Augusta, 
do you think that we ladies should be idle? I fear 
that this war will take the very flower of our coun- 
try; our best young men, and ought we not to be 
up and doing?” 

“Louisa, you are the one to start the movement. 
How dull of me not to have thought of that before. 
What plan would you suggest?” 

“I have scarcely given the subject consideration 
enough.” 

For a few moments both sat silent, each won- 
dering how this work must be started to make a 
success of it. 

“Mrs. Hosford,” said Mrs. Bon, “you are the 
originator of the scheme, so give us the benefit of 
your thoughts.” 

“I had thought a notice in the local papers 
calling the ladies who are interested in the war 
movement — if they wish to be of assistance — to 
hold a meeting. Can we name the place — at the 
rectory?” 

“I should be very glad to be so honored with 
the gathering, but unfortunately we have our hands 
full with the Getsing case.” 

“Yes, indeed, Augusta, I had entirely forgotten 
about that. How is the young fellow? President 
says that you sent for his sister.” 

“Yes, she is now at the rectory, and impresses 
me as being quite a worthy person, but, unfor- 


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tunately, is not particularly interested in the W. 
C. T. U. movement.” 

“How much easier our task would have been, ” 
said both ladies in the same voice. 

“But to return to the war movement,” said Mrs. 
Hosford. “I should be pleased to have the ladies 
meet here with me, if the college was not too far 
for many to come.” 

“Oh, I think that could be easily arranged,” re- 
plied Mrs. Bon, “and this seems a very fitting place 
for the meeting to be held, as we ladies will bet- 
ter understand those for whom we are to work, 
coming so near the boys of the college.” 

“Indeed, Augusta, I had scarcely given so much 
thought as that to the matter, but now that you 
mention it, it does seem that way. Well, then, I 
will write a notice to all of the local editors. Mr. 
Snow is doing considerable work for the boys in 
his paper, urging the cause of a volunteer com- 
pany from B .” 

“Oh, by the way, Mrs. Hosford, here is Mrs. 
Snow’s letter — unfortunate news.” 

Mrs. Hosford took the letter. After reading it 
hastily, returned it to Mrs. Bon, as she said: “How 
shocking. Your sympathy I know is entirely with 
Margarita, but I cannot think Mr. Getsing is 
wholly bad, he has been such a fine student in the 
college. What do you think will be the outcome 
if this other child lives? Do you not think that it 
may draw them together?” 


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“I cannot say,” replied Mrs. Bon, and as that 
opened the way for her especial errand here this 
afternoon, she said: “Mrs. Hosford, are you not 
about ready for a child from the ‘Home’? Mrs. 
Snow could make such a nice selection for you at 
present.” 

Mrs. Hosford shook her head and replied: “With 
this war movement I feel that I ought not to bur- 
den myself with the care of a child.” This answer 
was so decisive that Mrs. Bon bade her friend 
“good afternoon,” urging her to call at the rectory 
and meet Miss Getsing on the morrow. 

When Mrs. Bon entered her own room at the rec- 
tory the clock was chiming the half hour of six 
o’clock. 

Hastily laying aside bonnet and cape, she made 
her way to the kitchen to assist in preparing tea. 
She was tying a large kitchen apron when she 
heard the doctor’s step. Giving a few directions 
to Mary Ann, she hurried to her sitting-room, as 
she was sure to find her husband there. 

He was sitting in her willow rocker, very much 
wearied, and she hastened to arrange the head- 
rest and get his slippers. A few moments he sat 
with closed eyes, while Mrs. Bon tip-toed about 
the room. Starting up, he said: “How is Get- 
sing? I had nearly forgotten him.” 

“I have not seen him since dinner,” replied Mrs. 
Bon. “I have been out all the afternoon. Do you 
wish me to go and see?” 


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“If you please; or wait a moment, my dear, and I 
will go too.” Thus the two passed the library 
door — and what did they see — Bunce and Marion 
were seated on a couch looking through a book of 
“World Wide Scenes.” 

“Papa!” exclaimed Marion, “when did you re- 
turn? And you, too, mamma? I did not hear 
you.” 

Mrs. Bon had found no real ill in Bunce. In- 
deed, she was quite impressed with his gentle- 
manly bearing and courtly manner, and what they 
now saw was not nearly so dreadful to her as it 
was to the doctor, who could not, or did not, dis- 
guise his displeasure when he saw his darling thus 
engaged. 

“Marion,” he said, “attend to the tea at once.” 

“Yes, papa,” and she rose and excused herself 
to Mr. Bunce, who took this as a signal for his de- 
parture. 

Marion felt not a little hurt at the thought of 
her father’s displeasure with one in whom she had 
found such pleasing company. 

Cadiz Bunce congratulated himself on spending 
the pleasantest day he ever remembered having 
spent, and he acknowledged to himself that he 
would be willing to resign class rank, oratorical 
contests and high medals to Adrein Getsing, if by 
so doing, he could make Cadiz Bunce worthy of 
Marion Bon. 


CHAPTER IX. 
APPLICATIONS. 


“The pith of each man’s genius contracts itself to a very 
few hours.” — Emerson. 

“We found the portrait there in its place, 

We opened it by the taper’s shine; 

The gems were all unchanged; the face 
Was — neither his nor mine.” 


— Meredith. 


“I am not sick if Brutus have in hand 
Any exploit worthy the name of honor.” 


— Shakespeare. 



OCTOR and Mrs. Bon ascended the stairs 


together. As they entered Adrein’s room, 


* — ^ Katherine was holding her watch in her 
hand, and before she had time to close it, Mrs. 
Bon again caught sight of the portrait in the case. 

The doctor bent over his patient, tested the 
pulse, examined the heart, and then left the room. 
He soon returned, carrying the mysterious chair, 
in which, Adrein had been seated by Mr. Hurst on 
that eventful morning. 

Getsing’s room was directly above that used for 

the doctor's private office. Placing the chair near 
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the register, Doctor Bon opened the grate, and 
from below drew forth an “induction coil,” which 
was connected in the room below to a “Cox Gener- 
ator.” He then attached this wire to a thumb 
screw on the head rest of the chair, carefully pass- 
ing his hand over the back, seat, arms and foot 
rest, to satisfy himself that the springs were all in 
proper condition. He turned to Katherine, who 
had been sitting watching him with interest. 

“Miss Getsing,” said the doctor, “I am about to 
give your brother an electrical treatment. The 
springs of this chair are a continuous coil of cop- 
per wire, reaching every part. 

“I have promised President Hosford that he 
should witness the treatment of a patient, which I 
purpose giving to your brother. If you have no 
objection I shall call him now.” 

“Doctor Bon, I have no objection to his pres- 
ence and were not my brother so dangerously ill, 
I would take great pleasure in witnessing the treat- 
ment myself.” 

“Excuse me. Miss Getsing, I suppose you must 
be interested in science, also.” 

“Yes, very much,” answered Katherine, and she 
smiled as she thought how this broad-minded 
physician had seemed to forget that woman’s 
sphere could be inside the scientific circle. 

“Well, come below with me, and leave Mrs. Bon 
to watch beside your brother, while I explain to 
you a new apparatus — a late invention.” 


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When they were in the private office Doctor Bon 
rang up President Hosford and explained what he 
wished. “The President will be here in about fif- 
teen minutes,” said Doctor Bon. “In the mean- 
time I will show you the working of this machine.” 

He pressed the button to an electric bell. Mary 
Ann soon answered the call. 

He bade her bring in a hod of coal and replen- 
ish the furnace of the generator, as the power 
would need to be doubled for the evening lights. 

Katherine then noticed that the rectory was fur- 
nished with incandescent bulbs in every room. She 
was lost in a maze of scientific thoughts when the 
doctor said: 

“Miss Getsing, are you at all familiar with the 
working of the thermo-electric machine?” 

“As invented by Cox?” asked Katherine. “Yes, 
although I have not been fortunate enough to see 
one of these machines, I have read about this great 
invention, and wdiat a tremendous power for house- 
hold electricity it must be.” 

“Yes,’^ said the doctor. “You notice that my 
home is well supplied with electric lights, bells and 
so forth; also this room has a motor-fan,” and he 
turned on the power and set it in motion. “And here 
is the machine,” as they paused before it, a simple 
arranged affair, certainly, thought Katherine. Doc- 
tor Bon explained: “In this round metallic case, 
which we see, are placed circular layers of metal, 
placed one upon the other, the whole being insu- 


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lated and duly covered for protection against at- 
mospheric interferences and wear and tear. 

“To these layers heat is applied by burning 
either coal, oil or gas underneath, and the heat 
generated in the machine is transformed into 
electrical energy, which is conducted forth on 
wires, and made to do practical service. 

“One of these wires you notice is attached to 
that hook in the register, and so, you see, this 
machine is easily made an electrical power in the 
room occupied by your brother.” 

The doctor connected an induction coil to a 
graphophone, and Katherine was soon listening to 
a musical treat. 

“Here,” said he, pointing to a wire on the oppo- 
site side of the graphophone, “is an arrangement by 
which I connect the chair, which I carried upstairs, 
and thus connected with the two machines, the 
occupant of the chair is under full control of a 
mesmeric power, the graphophone acting as con- 
trolling medium.” 

“On the same principle as ‘will power,’ ” sug- 
gested Katherine. 

Katherine and the doctor were discussing the 
late discoveries and inventions in electricity, when 
President Hosford was announced. The president 
had met Katherine Getsing in educational circles, 
and would have been pleased to meet her on inti- 
mate acquaintance under other circumstances. 


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After a friendly greeting the three adjourned to 
Adrein’s room. 

Doctor Bon, assisted by the president, lifted 
the unconscious Adrein into the electrical chair. 
He was under the influence of the most powerful 
drug known in medical circles. Doctor Bon turned 
the thumb-screw on the back of the chair, a faint 
buzzing sound, a period of one minute and a half, 
the patient’s breathing became more natural, the 
eyelids twitched, the lips moved, and Adrein opened 
his eyes and recognized President Hosford, who 
was bending over him, noting the rapid change in 
respiration. The thumb-screw was again turned; 
Adrein was lifted from the chair to the couch in a 
perfectly tranquil frame of mind. 

Katherine bent over her brother and breathed 
more freely, as he said: “Katie, you here? Why, 
I believe I have fainted!” 

“Yes, but do not talk now, Rena.” 

“Where are the boys, Bunce and McGuire? And 
shall I be able to go to the college soon?” 

Doctor Bon was heartily thankful that his pa- 
tient’s thoughts were about the college and not his 
troubles for more reasons than one. 

After making his patient comfortable, and 
watching to see if there were any bad effects from 
the treatment, he turned to President Hosford, 
who was examining the chair and said: “A nice 
machine. President.” 

“Yes, Doctor Bon, and quite a success. I should 


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like to witness further experiments with this gen- 
erator.” 

“Certainly. Just wait a few moments and I shall 
be at liberty to somewhat entertain you in my pri- 
vate office.” 

“Miss Getsing, I think it will not be wise for 
you to sit with your brother. You need the rest 
and he will be more disposed to talk to you than 
to a stranger, therefore I have ordered a profes- 
sional nurse to take charge of him this evening, 
and, perhaps, he will be able to bear more conver- 
sation by morning. I hope so.” 

“Do as you think best. Doctor,” replied Kather- 
ine. “I should like to see my brother up soon. 
When he is able to bear the journey I shall take 
him home.” It was many a day before Katherine 
had her brother at home again. 

The nurse had come and Katherine was relieved. 
Doctor Bon and President Hosford had already 
gone to the doctor’s private office to have a chat on 
science. 

Katherine stepped out on the piazza, and the 
breath of June roses was so tempting that she de- 
cided to locate the bush. Following up the scent, 
she reached the back garden, and such a tempting 
resting place on a garden seat, that she sat down, 
regardless that she was hatless and shawlless. 

She was breathing the balmy evening air when 
she felt a hand arranging a scarf around her 
shoulders. Supposing it to be Mrs. Bon, she said: 


84 BOWS OB WHITE RIBBON. 

“Thank you. Who cares for your beautiful gar- 
den, Mrs. Bon? Excuse me for intruding, it 
seems such a tempting retreat.” 

No answer forthcoming, she glanced behind 
her. At first she saw no one, and then, in the gath- 
ering shadows, she saw a gentleman leaning with 
folded arms against a tree. 

She arose from her seat as he came from the 
shadows. 

“Mr. Hurst!” she exclaimed. 

“Miss Getsing! I could not allow you to mis- 
use yourself, even though you do me.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Hurst,” said Katherine, with a 
suspicion of tears. Perhaps it was her brother’s 
illness, or her exhaustion from the strain that caused 
Katherine to give way. A storm of tears — a few 
sobs — and Mr. Hurst was bending over her, softly 
stroking her hair. “Kate, Kate, don’t please,” he 
was saying. 

The storm had passed and this strong, cour- 
ageous woman was passive, as she said; “Amos, 
sit down,” and she made room for him beside her. 

His was to obey when she commanded. He sat 
down beside her and gently laid his hand on her 
bowed head, as he felt that, at last, he was to be 
rewarded for his years of patient waiting for the 
woman of all women with whom he wished to share 
his work. 

Presently Katherine was quiet. “Mr. Hurst, I 


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85 


wish to beg your pardon for ever having doubted 
your word.” 

“Yes,” he said, gently, as though he expected her 
to go on, but she did not. 

“Is that all, Kate? I see you still wear the pic- 
ture in your watch. Do you think as you did of 
the original?” 

“No. I know that he is unworthy the least 
thought,” she replied. 

“Then, can you not please me still further by de- 
stroying the picture?” 

“Mr. Hurst, I cannot,” spoke her lips, but her 
heart said, this quiet man will be your master in 
the end, why prolong the battle? 

“What has become of the fellow, Kate?” 

“He committed a theft and is now serving a 
term in state’s prison. But I must go. Good 
evening,” and she hurried into the house as she 
felt her courage to defy this man going from her. 

Long after Katherine had left Amos Hurst sit- 
ting on the garden seat, he still sat on. Memory 
came up with her phantom shadows and so com- 
pletely enveloped his mind that his present sur- 
roundings were naught to him. He was carried 
back to his early college days. Bonny Katherine 
Getsing was there, and how fond he was of teas- 
ing her at first, then a deeper interest in his heart 
arose, and then came many happy hours and days 
spent together without a thought in his mind that 
Kate did not entirely reciprocate his feelings. 


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He had asked her to share life’s joys and sor- 
rows with him when he had finished his college 
course, and was anxiously awaiting her answer. 

One evening — that was June time, too — he had 
gone to her home. Ah! he can see her now, just 
as she was that evening. She was standing under 
the chandelier examining her watch. She did not 
hear him as he came in the room, did not see him 
until he was looking over her shoulder, and to his 
amazement, she was carefully pasting in the case 
of her watch a small photograph of a young man’s 
face. 

The fellow was a worthless scamp, not wofthy 
a passing thought of a girl like his Kate. 

Not stopping to consider or give thought as to 
the result, he told her of the baseness of this man. 
Katherine became angry and accused him of tell- 
ing an untruth, and then she bade him “Go!” and 
that was the answer he received. 

For a long time how hard it had been to forget 
her, but he had conquered at last, had finished his 
college course, entered the ministry, and now, for 
the past three years, had spent a comparatively 
pleasant time as rector of St. John’s Church with his 
friends, the Bons. 

What were his feelings now at again being so 
near her? It was like tearing open some old sore 
and lacerating and probing an old half-healed 
wound. She was dearer to him than ever, for he 
well knew that she still loved him, and it was only 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 87 

pride and stubbornness that kept Kate from him. 
He sighed heavily and arose, passed into the 
house, and on to his room. 

Even there the flood of thoughts kept coming 
to him of Katherine, and then he thought of 
Adrein, and his own part at the cottage. What 
would Kate say? Did she know of her brother’s 
trouble? Who was to tell her? Would she again 
harden her heart toward him when she learned that 
he had joined Adrein and Margarita in wedlock? 

He would see Mrs. Bon and ask her if Miss Get- 
sing had been informed, and if she had not — but 
he must hurry and prepare for tea. It must be 
past the usual hour already. How long must he 
have remained in the garden? 

On his way downstairs he must necessarily pass 
Adrein’s room. The door was ajar and he heard 
voices. He paused to learn if Katherine was with 
her brother. 

“So you know Mrs. Hatch?” Adrein was saying. 

“Yes,” answered the nurse. 

“And the young woman; what did you say her 
name was?” 

“I do not quite remember her given name, but 
her surname was Gonzales. I have heard of the 
family. She has a step-mother.” 

“And she has left the cottage, you said.” 

“Yes; but really, Mr. Getsing, you ought not to 
talk. You are becoming excited, I fear, and may 
have a relapse.” 


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“No, madam, if you will answer my questions I 
shall feel better than I have for many days. Where 
did you say she has gone?’’ 

“I heard that the white-ribboners had taken her 
to a ‘Home’ in St. Paul.” 

“Can you tell me the address of the ‘Home?’” 

The nurse was loath to answer, but she was only 
humoring the whims of a sick man, and he did 
seem so interested, so she replied: “Why, my 
sister is interested in the W. C. T. U. I cannot 
quite remember the address. However I have 
The Union Signal with me,” and undoing a roll 
of papers she laid them on the couch. 

A late copy of The Signal, some pamphlets and a 
St. Paul paper were in the bundle. She selected 
a pamphlet. 

“I remember my sister said she was accompanied 
by Mrs. Snov/. Is the young lady a relative of 
yours? ’ 

Adrein heeded not the question, but said: “Do 
you mean the Mrs. Snow whose husband is the 
editor of The Local Day?” 

“Yes, she is the W. C. T. U. secretary, I have 
heard my sister say.” 

Mr. Hurst was in doubt. Should he interrupt 
this interesting conversation by passing the door? 
He concluded not, as he was injuring no one by 
remaining a listener 

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could hear the rattle of paper, as though some one 
were turning the leaves of a book. 

Adrein again resumed: “Can you tell me any- 
thing further?” 

“No, I have heard nothing more,” and the nurse 
crossed the room and closed the door. 

Adrein lay thinking for a few moments, then 
reaching out picked up the St. Paul paper. The 
first article he saw was an account of a railway ac- 
cident. Hastily glancing it over he was about to 
lay it aside when his eye caught the name of “Mar- 
garita Getsing” among the injured. He then 
scanned the entire list, and the last item he read 
was, “Infant of Mr. Getsing missing.” 

This seemed to put new life, a new purpose, 
into Adrein. He sighed so heavily that the nurse 
looked up from her paper. “Anything I can do 
for you, Mr. Getsmg?” 

“No, thank you.” And Adrein lay quiet, resting 
and thinking. Suddenly a strong determination 
came over him. He must see Margarita, and find 
her he would. She was dearer to him now than 
she had ever been. College, Kate, everything 
was forgotten — but Margarita. 

For Adrein to fully make up his mind was to act. 
But how was he to leave the rectory? He knew 
he would be opposed on all sides in his present 
state of health. He asked the nurse to open his 
trunk and bring him his purse. She brought it. 


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After counting the money therein, he said half 
aloud: “Yes, there is just enough.” 

“Say, nurse, I must go to St. Paul to-night, and 
I want you to help me. You will do me far greater 
service in assisting than hindering me,” he urged, 
as he saw her look of utter surprise. 

“I cannot assist you in such a foolish undertak- 
ing,” said the nurse resolutely. 

Adrein closed his eyes, and the nurse supposed 
she had put an end to such a foolish idea. 

About eleven o’clock she bent over him. He 
seemed to be sleeping quietly. Drawing her 
shawl closely around her shoulders, she curled up 
in the arm chair and was soon fast asleep. 

No sooner did she thus arrange for her rest than 
Adrein sat up, crept out of bed, found his way to 
the wardrobe, hastily dressing in his college suit, 
careful to take his purse and a large overcoat, he 
left the sleeping nurse, went down stairs, and was 
soon hurrying toward the depot. This he reached 
just as the north-bound passenger whistled “up- 
brakes,” for a start. He bought his ticket and 
soon was speeding toward St. Paul. 


CHAPTER X. 


ONWARD 


“Our cradle is the starting-place, 
Life is the running of the race, 

We reach the goal. 

When, in the mansions of the blest. 
Death leaves to its eternal rest 
The weary soul,” 


— Longfellow. 



BOUT half way between Chicago and St. Paul 


is a small, unimportant station, at least so the 


1 ^ stranger says to himself, as he glances out of 

the car window. 

To the west he sees a few scattered dwellings, 
arranged in irregular streets, partly hidden by a 
huge bluff, one of the Kettle Range. 

And, seemingly, so close to the railway track 
that one could touch the door knob from the car 
window, rises the high board fronts of an eating 
house or lunch room. To the eastward the trav- 
eler sees a small building used as a passenger depot 
for two great railway divisions, the Chicago & 
North-Western and the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. 


Paul. 


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This low structure seems doubly small and low 
as outlined against those boulders, which tower in 
such close proximity. 

Beyond this eastern line of bluffs is a stretch of 
level country covering several acres, a beautiful 
valley, and here, for years, has been a camp for 
the State Guards. 

Here every summer gather the companies that 
make up the state’s militia. Here it was that the 
bugle call was echoed and re-echoed, and little 
flags peeped from every nook and corner of “rocks, 
hills, and trees,” on that memorable summer of 
eighteen hundred and ninety-eight, when our coun- 
try found that there was a time for war — as there 
ever is just cause, to resent with dignity — the 
repetition of unbearable insults and injury, to 
either individuals singly or collectively as a nation. 

Here it was that every train brought recruits for 
the rapidly filling companies. 

Adrein had scarcely taken his seat in the car and 
was resting from his over-exertion to reach the 
train, when his attention was attracted by the occu- 
pants of the next seat. They were two young men, 
about his own age, and were holding an interest- 
ing conversation about “the 'war with Spain.” 

One evidently was a descendant of the Emerald 
Isle by his brogue. “Come, Frank, the loikes of 
ye will niver be called to defend year country while 
ye wear the dust of year coat an inch thick, loike 


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that. Ye‘d better shake yearself before ye get to 
camp.” 

“Hurrah, Jimmie Swanson, you are the chap to 
assist,” replied his comrade. 

They arose, and while shaking the dust from 
their travel-stained clothes, espied Adrein. The 
Irish lad gave him a friendly nod, and said: “Sure, 
are ye goin’ to anlist?” 

Adrein shook his head in the negative. “Guess 
not, just now. Have thought I would later on.” 

“You had better be quick if you wish to be in it. 
The war will not last long,” said the other lad, who 
spoke with a slight German accent. 

“Faith, Frank, ye better not be after invoiting 
him into such bad company as your red pate.” 
And Jimmie tossed his hat in boy fashion. 

“O Jim, you keep your bad mouth closed, vill 
you ?” 

“Och, Frank, me mouth is bad, for it is spoilin’ 
for a taste of me mither’s cherry pois.” 

“Do ye see the point? Och, Frank, the loikes of 
ye will niver see the point of those stones again, no 
'more than I.” 

“Vhy, Jim. Do you expect to so soon meet vith 
a Spanish bullet?” 

“Faith, and I should not be surprised if we both 
lived to sit in the shade of the cherry trees that 
grow from pits of me mither’s pies. Och, three 
cheers for the pies and the shade, and one for 
Cuba.” 


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Adrein forgot his troubles in listening to the 
banter of these two, and he was greatly amused 
when Irish Jim turned half about in his seat, and 
said: ‘‘Say, what’s your handle?” 

“My name, -if that is what you mean, is Ad Get- 
sing.” 

“By the bogs in the auld country, I thought you 
looked like a sum?” 

“Vat do you mean, Jim? Somebody?” asked 
Frank. 

“Niver, I did. Sure and I thought you knew 
add from subtract — but what’s there?” and Jim 
shut the window with a bang as the train went 
thundering through a tunnel. 

“Right side up with care. Addition,” he called, 
as they emerged into daylight, for already the 
signs of day were apparent, and with it a drizzling 
rain. 

“Camp Douglas!” shouted the call boy, and 
Adrein rose with his two friends. 

“Better come with us and enlist,” shouted Frank, 
to make himself heard above the noise of the train, 
but Adrein shook his head. Oh, how he longed to 
be off with these fellows! but now duty was call- 
ing, Margarita, Margarita! He had already suf- 
fered enough from suspense — and find her he 
would. 

Bidding the soldier boys “good luck,” he seated 
himself again and looked out of the car window. 
The rain, beginning as a drizzle, was ^gradually 


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swelling, and soon came in a torrent against the 
window pane. 

The newsboy came and Adrein bought a morn- 
ing paper and became greatly interested in the na- 
tion’s praises of Dewey, the great hero of Manila. 

After reading several columns of war news he 
folded his paper. He had fully made up his mind to 
a course of action. Taking out his note book he 
penciled a selection from Scott that came to his 
mind: 

“Lag not now, though rough the way, 

Fortune’s mood brooks no delay; 

Grasp the boon that’s spread before ye, 

Monarch’s power, and conqueror’s glory!” 

The sun, moon and planets follow daily their 
special course, but rarely ever is mortal man per- 
mitted to follow, in every detail, a course of action 
which he himself, has marked out. 

The train sped on, and before Adrein was aware 
of how rapidly time passed he was aroused from a 
sound sleep by the call boy: 

“Get off at St. Paul, young man?” 

“Yes,” and Adrein swung his overcoat over his 
arm and hurried out of the train, leaving on his 
seat his note book that contained his ticket and 
money in a side pocket. 

He stepped down and out of the train and was 
following the crowd on to the street. He was about 
to call a carriage, when, with a rush of blood to his 


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head, he realized where he was, and what he had 
done with his note book. Hastily retracing his way, 
he tried to locate his train, but was unable to do so, 
and was forced to go back to the street, penniless 
and alone in a strange city. 

A walk of a few ^blocks brought him to the 
Seven Corners. He was resolute. He would find 
Margarita. Entering a shop he asked for a “city 
directory,” and soon he was able, with the assist- 
ance of a clerk, to locate the “Home.” He told of 
his bad luck, but the clerk only looked at him sus- 
piciously and turned to his work. 

Closely examining a city map in the back of the 
“directory,” he thanked the clerk for his assist- 
ance, and left the shop, feeling faint and weary, 
but determined. 

A walk of some four miles was before him. 
Searching his pockets for a stray nickel, he was 
unsuccessful in his search, for all that he found 
was a few valueless pocket pieces. 

He thought of his watch. If he only had that 
he might pawn it. But in his hurry to reach the 
train his watch had been forgotten. 

On he must go, and afoot. His courage began 
to fail, and he felt in his heart that Margarita’s re- 
ception could not be a very warm one, if he looked 
as he felt. 

Down the business thoroughfare, passing in- 
numerable office buildings, on, on, he went, out 
into the cleaner part of the city. Had he not been 


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SO tired he must have noticed those beautiful 
dwelling houses. 

Now he is traveling Summit avenue; yes, is 
passing some elegant homes, but what cares he! If 
he can only reach his goal before his strength gives 
out. 

Now the houses are smaller, yet pretty and neat 
looking. What a long three miles, and how tired 
and sore are his feet. How he longed for his bi- 
cycle. And then he remembers his recognition 
card, a passport to all ‘‘cycle clubs.” Yes, he 
finds it in his vest pocket, and he resolves to use 
that to get out of the city, if no other way presents 
itself. 

At last he is in the suburbs of the city. He ex- 
amined a lamp post and found he was on E 

street, and not far from the “Home.” 

“Yes, that must be the place.” How his heart 
beats. In imagination he can see Margarita as he 
first saw her. 

He leaned against a telephone post to regain 
strength and courage to go on. Presently he went 
up the steps and rang the bell. The door was 
opened and he asked the attendant if he might see 
the superintendent. He was shown into a large 
sitting-room, where several ladies and one or two 
gentlemen were sitting. 

A side door opened and an elderly lady came 
out of the superintendent’s office. A gentleman 


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who sat near the door passed into the office, but he 
soon came out. 

Several came and went and then Adrein’s turn 
came. When he was ushered into the private of- 
fice and found himself face to face with a stern- 
faced, dark-haired woman of commanding figure, 
he was at a loss how to begin the statement of his 
case. 

“Madam,” he said. 

“Doctor Forbes,” she corrected. 

“A young — a one Margarita Getsing is in your 
care, I believe.” 

The woman thought a moment, turned to consult 
a ledger. 

“No, we have no such person here,” she said. 

Adrein stood aghast. Had he made a mistake? 

“Is not this the White-Ribbon Home?” he asked. 

“Yes,” replied Doctor Forbes. 

He was puzzled for a moment, then a pink flush 
of vexation waved his cheek as he thought that 
perhaps Margarita had not taken his name. 

He tried again. 

“Is there a Margarita Gonzales?” 

Doctor Forbes turned to the ledger again, and 
ran her finger down the page. 

“Yes; Gonzales, Margarita, and babe,” she read 
aloud. 

“Yes,” said Adrein with a catch of the breath, 
and he began to feel the first sting of the disgrace, 
as this woman with piercing black eyes gave him 
a searching glance, 


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“Well,” said she, “please be brief as my time is 
valuable.” 

This coolness nettled Adrein, but he said very 
humbly: “May I see Miss — Miss Gonzales?” 

“No, young man, you cannot. It is against our 
rules.” 

“Oh,” said Adrein through closed teeth, as 
he put up his hand to caress the down of a mus- 
tache, then throwing back his head with a half- 
defiant look at the superintendent, he said: 
“Madam, she is my wife.” 

“I can not help that. I have not been informed 
on the subject. Do you have a letter of recom- 
mendation?” and Doctor Forbes gave him a cyni- 
cal smile, with a touch of sarcasm in her tone. 

“I have none,” he replied, and now he saw the 
folly of his hasty departure. 

He was already weak and faint from his con- 
tinued exertion, and he staggered and nearly fell. 

Doctor Forbes gave him her chair and the ex- 
pression of her face softened, as she saw that he 
was ill, and again the chieftain’s words came as a 
savior: “Tell everybody to be good.” 

She said: “Young man, you are ill, but I haven’t 
time for you now, I will see you later.” Pressing 
a button, a door on the opposite side of the room, 
from which Adrein had entered, was opened and a 
young lady appeared. “Tell Mr. Summers to come 
here, and remove this young man to room D — left 
— up first flight. And tell the matron I wish to see 
her,” 


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The gentleman soon came, and assisting Adrein, 
who was very much exhausted, proceeded to fill 
orders. He administered a cup of hot broth, and 
Adrein soon revived. He lay thinking, what 
should he do next? He had no money, no friends 
and was ill. He would trust in a kind Providence, 
and he learned his first lesson of the Father’s won- 
derful care for his erring children. 

Presently he heard a child crying, and he thought 
of Margarita and her babe. He was alone now, 
and feeling quite refreshed. 

He could hear some one singing; yes — a iul- 
laby song. Where had he heard that voice? 
Could it be Margarita’s? He went to the door 
— it was locked. He listened — yes, it must be Mar- 
garita; he had often sang with her. Ah, he was 
quite sure now; she was singing: 

“All de world am sad and dreary, 

Ebry where I roam.” 

The singing ceased; all was quiet. 

He waited patiently for an hour or more; then 
the door opened and Dr. Forbes, accompanied by 
the matron, entered the room. 

“Now, young man, you look a little better. 
What can I do for you? Tell us your story — keep 
nothing back — and we will see what can be done,” 
and Doctor Forbes seated herself where she had a 
full view of Adrein’s face. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


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Adrein related to her how he came to learn 
of Margarita’s whereabouts, and his resolve to see 
her. 

“You say that she is your wife — please explain,” 
she said, without mercy. 

Adrein’s face crimsoned when he was obliged to 
relate the circumstances of their marriage. 

“What do you propose or wish to do, Mr. Get- 
sing?” said the matron in a business-like manner, 
when he had finished his story. 

Adrein could not say that he had come to take 
Margarita home with him, because he did not 
know her own wish — and then his lost pocket- 
book. 

He had not told of his misfortune. He could 
not bring himself to ask charity. 

He replied: “I should like to see her before I 
make any further statements. I have thought that 
I would enlist and go to fight for Cuba in the first 
company possible.” 

The matron sat for a few moments in deep 
thought. “Mr. Getsing, it is strictly against our 
rules to allow any young men, without recom- 
mendation, to see any of these dear girls who are 
put in our care. I cannot allow you to see her, 
even though you be legally married; but you may 
write her a note and I will take it to her.” 

Opening a desk in the wall, she placed writing 
material before him. 

How he longed to know positively that Mar- 


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garita was in the next room, and that it w'as really 
she; but he was quite certain that it was her voice. 
If he could only see her for a few moments — but 
writing was better than nothing. 

When he had finished his letter he looked up. 
Doctor Forbes had left the room, and the matron 
was closely scrutinizing him. 

She took the letter as she said: “You under- 
stand the rules of this institution? I shall be 
obliged to read what you have writtexi.” 

“Certainly!” said Adrein. “I have written noth- 
ing that I wish to conceal.” She unfolded and 
read aloud his letter, passed from the room, locking 
the door behind her. 

She opened the door to a pleasant room, in 
which were several little cribs. Margarita was 
bending over one, pulling the covers over a little 
babe. 

The matron’s step caused her to look up. Did 
she have a presentiment that Adrein had followed 
her? Her cheek paled as the matron handed her 
the letter. She could scarcely read it, she was 
trembling so; she read it through the second time. 
She could not fuHy understand what it meant 
until the matron said: “He is in there,” pointing to 
the next room. 

“Oh!” gasped Margarita, and she again read the 
letter: 

“My Dear Margarita — 

“I am sick; have been for the past week. As 
soon as I learned that you had been taken here, I 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. IO3 

came. I would like very much to see you, but this 
lady tells me I cannot do so at present. I would 
be only too glad to take you home with me. 

“I have thought some of enlisting. If you do 
not wish me to go to the war, I will try and make 
some other arrangements. 

“I await your answer. 

“Adrein Getsing.” 

All of the repulsion in her nature rose up again 
as she saw in imagination the one who had robbed 
her of home, a good name, dear friends, -every- 
thing that life held dear for her, and not one word 
did he say about the babies. For a moment she 
was stunned. She was aroused by the matron’s 
voice. ‘‘Do you wish to see him?” she asked. 

Margarita’s answer was a storm of tears. The 
matron soon quieted her, and little by little Mar- 
garita told her how she felt. 

The matron was a far-seeing woman, and she 
saw that these two might be broug’ht together and 
enjoy life fairly well. She knew, too, that in order 
to accomplish this they would have to be purified 
by trials. 

She sat very thoughtful for a few moments, and 
then, after a half hour’s talk, advising and reason- 
ing, Margarita wrote Adrein: 

“Adrein — 

“I am well and tolerably happy. I am sorry that 
you are not feeling better. 


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“If you wish to enlist, do so by all means. I 
wish you well and God-speed. If you are spared 
to come back, perhaps we can begin life anew. For 
the present I do not wish to see you. 

“Margarita.” 

The matron, after another consultation with 
Margarita, lifted the sleeping babe from the crib 
and carried it with the note to Adrein. 

When he saw the babe and looked at the little 
innocent face a tear stole down his cheek. He 
thought how tenderly his own father had bidden 
him “good-bye” a few months before — and just 
then the little child opened its eyes and smiled. 

He bent over it, and the soft little hands came in 
contact with his face. The touch of baby-fingers 
will rouse the purer and better nature of even the 
most hardened. How long that touch remained 
wdth Adrein! From that moment he became a 
man with a resolute will ; a will with a purpose — to 
live or die gallantly for these little hands. 

He opened and read Margarita’s letter. How it 
hurt him! To think she did not care to see him 
— she bade him “go.” He was more humiliated 
than he ever thought he could be. 

Adrein had learned his lesson; he resolved to 
conquer himself. Yes, he would do her bidding! 

He would enlist, and if he lived to come back, 
he would again come to Margarita — for the little 
baby’s sake; he would show to her his record; he 
would win one by his courage and bravery that 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. IO5 

vrould cancel the disgrace, in the opinion of Kate, 
and perhaps Margarita would think better of him. 

The boy becomes a man. The matron could see 
by the working of his countenance that he was 
mastering himself; she saw a nobler light beam 
from his eyes; she saw true manhood budding 
forth; and, moved with a great desire to serve him 
in some way, she said: 

“Mr. Getsing, this babe is your child?” 

“Yes,” said Adrein. 

“Then show to your wife that you are worthy to 
be a father of a helpless, innocent being, and she 
will receive you, I know. Our country needs men 
at the front who are not afraid to stand for the 
right. 

“In many of our Southern camps, especially at 
Chickamauga Park, our boys are fighting the 
‘Canteen.’ I see by your letter that you have a 
desire to enlist. Do so, by all means, — and remem- 
ber if you cannot win laurels on the field of battle, 
you can be a brave leader in the White Cross and 
The Loyal Legion for the home cause of human- 
ity.” 

Adrein did not understand then what she meant. 
“The White Cross” and “The Loyal Legion” were 
an enigma to him. 

Bending over the babe for a few moments, he 
uttered a silent prayer, and then he faced the 
matron. 


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“Will Margarita stay here? Shall I find her here 
if I come back?” 

“The rule of this home is, she is pledged to stay 
one year. Is that all?” 

Adrein bowed. 

“Go, and I wish you God-speed,” and she took 
from her purse a Loyal Legion badge and asked 
him to wear it. 

Adrein fastened it on his coat, and the matron 
rang the bell for the attendant to show him out. 

Again Adrein found himself on the street; once 
again he was at the Seven Corners, and, noticing 
a bicycle livery, he went in, showed his pass-card 
and told his story — the loss of his purse. 

The man of business scrutinized him closely and 
when he saw the badge of the Loyal Legion he 
said: “I guess you are all right. What can I do 
for you?” 

“Take this,” and Adrein unfastened a diamond 
pin from his tie and handed it to the man. “Take 
this and hold it as a pawn for the bicycle until I 
can return it to you.” 

The man examined the stone and said: “I 
don’t go much on that, but I will keep it, and you 
may take a ’cycle. Pick one out. Where are you 
bound for?” 

“I am going to enlist to fight for Cuba.” 

“Why don’t you make a move for Camp Ramsy 
— a few miles from here, you know?” 


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“Sure!” said Adrein. “I had not thought of 
that.” 

“I hear they need a few more to fill vacancies 
in Company C,” and the man unfastened a bicycle 
and wheeled it out. 

“Put me on the right street to make the camp,” 
said Adrein eagerly. 

The man tore a leaf from his note-book, drew a 
crude map with a few explanations, and Adrein 
wheeled away with, “Thank you, sir. I’ll send this 
back soon.” 

“All right, and good luck!” said the man. 


CHAPTER XL 


THE PAST. 


“And, falling on my weary brain, 

Like a fast-falling shower, 

The dreams of youth come back again, 
Low lisping of the summer rain, 
Dropping on the ripened grain, 

As once upon the flower.” 


— Longfellow. 


T THE rectory all was confusion. The rain 



was splashing against the windows outside 


* ^ as if nature, too, was confused at the state 

of affairs within. 

For the second time Katherine had gone to 
Adrein’s room to interrogate the nurse, who had 
fallen asleep, and while she was off in dream- 
land her patient had disappeared, no one, as yet, 
knew where. 

“How did it happen?” asked Katherine. 

“I cannot tell. He was resting so nicely at ten 
o’clock — yes, later — and” — the nurse hesitated, 
“and then I fell asleep.” Deep anxiety was pic- 
tured on Katherine’s face; a fear was upon her 
that her brother had become delirious and had 


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gone out and had fainted — and — it was raining so 
terrifically. 

In the room below Mrs. Bon and Mr. Hurst 
were holding a consultation. “Yes,” said Mrs. 
Bon, “I think by what you heard that he must 
have gone.” 

“On the midnight train,” replied Mr. Hurst. 

“Let's telephone the ticket agent,” replied Mrs. 
Bon. 

Mr. Hurst stepped to the ’phone and held a 
hurried conversation with the ticket agent. “Yes, 
a person answering the description had bought a 
ticket for St. Paul, and, if he was not mistaken, it 
was Mr. Getsing — he knew the gentleman by 
sight.” 

“Well,” said Mr. Hurst, “what next, Mrs. Bon?” 

“Miss Getsing must be told, and who can tell 
her?” and Mrs. Bon pursed her lips and looked 
puzzled, “Suggest something, can you not?” 

“Mrs. Bon, you have a right to know what I 
am about to tell you,” and then remembering that 
Katherine was not yet entirely repentant, he hesi- 
tated. “However, I must first see Miss Getsing. 1 
have held a long acquaintanceship with Katherine 
Getsing, and I would like the privilege of telling 
her all about her brother’s troubles.” 

Mrs. Bon well knew that Mr. Hurst had been a 
bachelor from choice, and a suspicion of the truth 
flashed through her mind as she remembered Miss 
Getsing’s conduct when she introduced them. 


no BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

She smiled, and a beautiful expression came to 
her countenance as she said: “Mr. Hurst, had I 
known, — but perhaps it is as well now as any 
time. Go to her at once, by all means.” 

Katherine was sitting in a dazed mood, not 
knowing what to do, when some one called to her 
from the room below. It must be Mrs. Bon, she 
thought, and hastened to the library. 

“Anything new?” she asked, without looking up. 

“Kate!” She started and her cheek paled as 
she stood, once again, face to face with Amos 
Hurst. 

“Kate!” he repeated. 

“Yes,” she said, and she knew that he was her 
master. 

“Sit down here!” and he placed a chair for her 
near the window. 

“I have much to tell you about your brother.” 

She sat down, and, setting her teeth closely, she 
was prepared to listen. She felt — she knew — that 
something connected with those letters was com- 
ing, for she had been questioning the nurse and 
had learned of her conversation with Adrein just 
before he fell asleep. 

She was not prepared for it all, and she became 
so agitated when Mr. Hurst told of Adrein’s mar- 
riage that he paused. 

“Go on!” she said sternly; “I can bear anything 
now. Amos Hurst, did you officiate at the mar- 
riage?” 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


Ill 


He folded his arms and said, gently but firmly: 
“Yes, for the sake of the innocent I did my duty.” 

He was greatly surprised to see Katherine rise, 
cross the room — yes, she was really giving him 
her hand, as she said: “You have my life-long 
respect!” 

“Thank you,” said Mr. Hurst, taking her hand. 
“And — Kate, — do you not think I have waited 
long enough?” 

“Yes, Amos,” she replied, “I do most earnestly 
beg your pardon for my unreasonableness; but do 
not imagine that I have gone unpunished.” She 
opened her watch with the intention of destroying 
the portrait. Mr. Hurst laid his hand on her arm 
and said: 

“Not yet! keep it there as a reminder.” 

“Ah! it has been that to me for several years,” 
she replied, with a slight tremor in her voice. 

“Has it?” he said gently. 

“Yes, and for no other purpose have I kept it.” 

He turned to the window and brushed away a 
tear as the memory of the past came back to him. 

“And now, Kate, what is to be done?” he said, 
“I feel sure Adrein has gone to his wife.” 

For a moment Katherine hesitated, and then she 
said: “What do you think would be best?” 

“What I do think would be right is to find this 
young woman and lighten her burdens by your 
friendship. I hear that her step-mother and all 
her relatives are very angry with her. She was 


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never a member of my church, but often a member 
of the evening congregations, and I do not think 
that she is intentionally bad. 

“Our friends, the Bons, have known her from 
childhood, and I feel sure that Mrs. Bon will be 
only too glad to tell you about her.” 

They went to find Mrs. 'Bon, who was waiting 
patiently with the doctor in their sitting-room. 

“Mrs. Bon, I know all now and I thank you for 
your kindness to my brother. I fully approve of 
the course you took,” was Katherine’s greeting. 

Mrs. Bon was delighted to find Miss Getsing 
taking that view of the matter, not on her own 
account, but for Margarita’s sake. 

Although Katherine acted true to her convic- 
tions of right, she had a fierce struggle with herself 
for many days before she overcame a great longing 
to have her brother all her own again. 

Doctor Bon nodded and smiled and gave a 
knowing wink at Mr. Hurst. He had long known 
of his friend’s early love affair, but had forgotten 
the name of the lady until Mrs. Bon had told him 
her surmises; and now he was quite sure the snarl 
was disentangled. 

“In the life of every man there are sudden tran- 
sitions of feeling which seem almost miraculous. 
At once, as if some magician had touched the 
heavens and the earth, the dark clouds melt into 
air, the wind falls, and serenity succeeds the 
storm.” This is about what the doctor saw in these 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. II3 

two people, who had persistently fought against 
fate so many years. 

The storm had ceased, and as Katherine 
glanced out of the window she saw the garden 
seat bathed in sunlight, the roses blushing and glis- 
tening with their load of rain-drops. 

“Miss Getsing, I feel that the safest course 
would be to send a dispatch to the ‘Home’ in St. 
Paul and satisfy yourself to a certainty that your 
brother is there. He will surely return to us soon,” 
said Mrs. Bon. 

“Thank you for the suggestion'. I am too dazed 
to think clearly this morning,” replied Katherine. 

“I will attend to the message if you will allow 
me. I am well known to the head physician, Mrs. 
Forbes,” and Doctor Bon rose, went to the library 
and penciled the dispatch. Calling up the errand- 
boy, he bade him take it to the dispatch office. 
Returning to the sitting-room, he assured Kather- 
ine that nothing further could be done until the 
answer came. 

The morning papers were brought in, and Mr. 
Hurst began reading aloud the late war news of the 
“Soldiers at Camp Tampa” and the appointments 
by the government. 

“I understand,” said the doctor, interrupting, 
“that President Hosford has his company organ- 
ized, and the ‘boys’ are off to Camp Douglas 
to-morrow. The Fourth will soon be settled in 
camp.” 


II4 BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

“Will they be called into service?” asked Mrs. 
Bon. 

“Oh, I presume not; but a recruit company to 
fill the required number of the Third will soon 
leave for Chickamauga,” replied the doctor. 

“There will be plenty of work for the ladies,” 
said Mr. Hurst. 

“Yes,” said Katherine somewhat aroused. “I 
have two brothers at Tampa. They were visiting 
friends in the East and enlisted in a New York 
Regiment, now located at Tampa.” 

“So! Miss Getsing,” said Mrs. Bon, “surely you 
ought, then, to come into the W. C. T. U. and 
assist in the work we are about to take up for the 
soldiers.” 

“Indeed, Mrs. Bon, I have been much inter- 
ested in the war-relief work. I hold a life mem- 
bership in the order of King’s Daughters and 
Sons ” 

“That organization is doing a very efficient war- 
relief work,” said Mr. Hurst, pleased to hear that 
Katherine was using her talents in a righteous 
cause. 

“We purpose holding a meeting next week,” 
said Mrs. Bon, “and will be only too pleased to have 
you meet with us.” 

Katherine bowed, and Mrs. Bon, seeing the rest- 
less look, intuitively knew its cause, and, leaving 
the gentlemen to the morning papers, she invited 


BOWS OF WHITS RIBBON. 



A COMPANY KITCHEN. 

Miss Getsing to accompany her to superintend the 
dinner. 

As soon as they were alone Katherine was calm, 
but determined to learn more than Mr. Hurst had 
told her. Her first question was, “Tell me, Mrs. 
Bon, all about it! I know they are married — that 
is all. Tell me all about this girl.” 

Mrs. Bon led the way to the kitchen, and after 
seating Katherine in a low rocker near the window, 
she tied on a big kitchen apron and bade Mary 


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Ann prepare the vegetables while she prepared 
the dessert. 

Katherine was looking out of the window; it 
gave such a pretty view of the back-garden. 

“Miss Getsing, I am sorry to disturb your rest/’ 
said Mrs. Bon, with a sweet smile. “Business first 
has been my rule; and now while I work we can 
talk.” 

She then told of Margarita Gonzales. As a 
child, she had been left motherless at the tender 
age of twelve months. For two years her father, 
Fernandez Gonzales, a Spaniard by birth had cared 
for his child as but few men would have done. Not 
trusting his “Lovie” to the mercy of strangers, but 
wherever he went at work or at leisure he carried 
little Margarita, in storm or sunshine. 

“He was a very peculiar man,” said Mrs. Bon 
emphatically. “Rather above the average class of 
foreigners. He once told me that he had relatives 
in the West Indies, — Porto Rico, I believe. 

“Flowever, be that as it may, he married again 
when Margarita was about four years old. 

“The woman was kind, but erring in judgment, 
perhaps no more so than many own mothers. 

“Margarita was left to her own will and pleasure 
more as she grew older. 

“She was a particularly sunny-tempered, unself- 
ish child, worshiping her father, whose idol and 
pet she had always been. 

“His death occurred about the time that Adrein 


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entered the Law College two years ago. Mar- 
garita was then fifteen.” 

Mrs. Bon gave her pastry knife an extra flourish 
as she paused in the narrative. 

Then she continued: ‘T knew but little about 
her after her father’s death. Occasionally I met 
her, and her countenance was always so extremely 
expressive of loneliness that for days I could not 
get it out of my mind. 

“Once I met her. She was walking with a nice- 
looking young man. I know now that it must have 
been your brother. I noticed then that the dread- 
ful expression had gone, and she was so smiling 
and happy. 

“Mrs. Gonzales is so unsympathetic. She was 
dreadfully put out when I called there a few weeks 
ago to intercede for Margarita, who was then at 
Mrs. Hatch’s cottage. 

“She was so unrelenting toward her step-child, 
she said: ‘No, she must never come home 
again!’ ” 

When Mrs. Bon had finished telling Katherine 
of Margarita as a child, as a girl, as a young lady, 
she felt that she had now won the way for Mar- 
garita, for Katherine’s eyes were already filling 
with tears. Then she hastened on to tell of the 
marriage with Adrein and of the two baby boys 
born. 

“Two boys!” said Katherine with astonishment; 


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and then Mrs. Bon hurriedly told of the railway 
wreck and the loss of one babe. 

Katherine was thoroughly interested now. 

“Is there no clew, Mrs. Bon?” 

“Yes, just one! The shawl I gave was wrapped 
around the lost babe. I could tell that shawl 
among thousands.” 

“For its peculiar coloring?” asked Katherine. 

“Yes, and a mark woven in one corner. It was 
one presented to my grandmother by the weaver 
himself, and the initial letter ‘S’ was woven in deep 
blue in one corner.” 

“Well, that is a clue; we will make every effort 
to find the lost child ” Katherine was saying. 

“What lost child?” interrupted Mr. Hurst, who, 
now that Katherine was repentant, meant to make 
the most of her presence in the rectory. 

Mrs. Bon, to satisfy his curiosity, was obliged to 
again go through the details of the story of the 
wreck. 

“Certainly, certainly! we will find the child,” he 
said, looking straight at Katherine. 

But Katherine’s mind was too full of Rena to 
notice the ownership which he used. Mr. Hurst 
was doubly eager to assist in the right cause just 
then. 

Mrs. Bon was discussing that shawl again when 
the bell rang. Mr. Hurst himself went to the door 
and brought the answer to the doctor’s dispatch. 


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II9 

He handed it to Mrs. Bon, who, after dusting her 
hands from the flour, opened and read aloud: 

“Dr. Bon— 

“Mr. Getsing visited the ‘Home’ this morning. 
I think he has gone to enlist. 

“Doctor Martha Forbes.” 

“Oh!” said Katherine, and she leaned her head 
back on her chair and closed her eyes. She sat 
so quietly that Mrs. Bon thought that she had 
fainted. Mr. Hurst knew Katherine too well to 
think that. And while Mrs. Bon hastened to get 
her bottle of smelling-salts he laid his hand on 
Katherine’s head and said: “Kate, I know it 
grieves you.” 

“Yes, Amos!” opening her eyes and gazing out 
of the window. “Rena has been very dear to me. I 
can bear everything better than his going to war.” 

“Where is your father? He must be quite 
aged?” 

“Father is with Aunt Janetta. She has made 
her home with us for several years. He is quite 
aged, but not feeble.” 

“Shall you let him know that Adrein has gone 
to the war?” 

“Certainly!” 

“And shall you tell him of this marriage?” sug- 
gested Mr. Hurst questioningly. 

“Yes, I have already planned to take the 
girl ” 


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“Adrein’s wife,” corrected Mr. Hurst. 

“Yes,” said Kate submissively. 

“Miss Getsing, you are feeling better now? I 
thought you had fainted,” said Mrs. Bon, return- 
ing with the bottle of salts. 

“My dear, what is that I smell?” said the doctor, 
appearing at the door. 

“Oh! my pies!” and the dear lady threw open 
the oven door in haste and turned off the gasoline. 

“I think you people will find the garden air 
much more conducive to health,” remarked the 
doctor, and he led the way. He was soon followed 
by Mr. Hurst. 

Mrs. Bon laid aside her apron and proposed 
that they adjourn to the sitting-room and leave the 
kitchen to Mary Ann. 

“And you really think best to wait ” Kath- 

erine was saying as Mr. Hurst and the doctor 
returned from the garden. 

“Who is going to wait, my dear?” said the 
doctor. 

“That is our secret,” replied the dear lady. 

“Oh, no matter, my dear, if we do not wait for 
dinner!” 

“I am nearly famished!” chimed the rector. 

“You were always hungry, Amos,” replied 
Katherine, with a laugh that spoke, “The clouds 
have cleared away.” 

“Isn’t this fine?” said Marion, appearing in the 
door in a bicycle suit. 


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“What?” said Mr. Hurst. 

“The weather, of course,” retorted Marion. “I 
had such a delightful ride.” 

Mrs. Bon smiled as she saw the glow of health 
on her daughter’s cheek. 

“Where did you go?” asked the doctor. 

“Oh, out on the lake-road and back by the 
college.” 

“Did you see Mrs. Hosford?” asked Mrs. Bon. 

“Yes, just as I was riding past the college gate 
Mrs. Hosford called to me from a carriage. And 
Oh, mamm.a, Mr. Bunce has enlisted!” 

“So!” said Mrs. Bon. 

“Did you see him too?” asked the doctor, 
slightly annoyed. 

“Yes, papa,” and Marion crimsoned. 

“Whu — ee!” said Mr. Hurst in a whisper to 
Katherine, as he saw Marion blush. 

“Mr. Bunce was in the carriage with Mrs. Hos- 
ford,” continued Marion, “and that other student 
who met Miss Getsing at the train.” 

“Mr. McGuire?” asked Katherine. 

“Yes; he has enlisted too! They had just 
returned from Camp Douglas.” 

“We must try and see the Toys’ off,” said the 
doctor. “Were I a little younger, I would be there 
myself.” 

“I have thought of going,” said Mr. Hurst in a 
meditative mood; “however, I have made up my 
mind not to enlist in the regular work; but, per- 


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haps, there will be an open field for me a little 
later.” 

“I think your field is at St. John’s Rectory just 
at present,” said Mrs. Bon, glancing at Katherine. 

“Yes, Mrs. Bon. To-morrow is Sunday, and I 
have decided to furnish a substitute for my work 
here and go among the ‘boys.’ ” 

“What! — not to Camp Douglas?” said two 
voices — Marion’s and Mrs. Bon’s. 

“Why not? Perhaps you ladies would like to go 
too? I hear the regiment is soon to leave camp,” 
said Doctor Bon. 

And so it was arranged that they should attend 
service at Camp Douglas on the morrow. 

The doctor picked up a paper and read aloud: 

“We’re goin’ to fight the Dons, 

And we’ll lick ’em sure as bons; 

So jest tuck away your fiddle and your bow 
And we’ll off to Porto Rico. 

With a buzz — boom — bang — O!” 

“That reminds me of college days and class 
yells,” replied Katherine; “and it also reminds me 
that our school-boys are the ones to the front,” 
with a touch of sadness in her tone as she thought 
of Adrein. 

“Oh! it seems so terrible to see (5ur boys so 
plunged into temptations that war brings; but we 
hope much from our Loyal Legion,” responded 
Mrs. Bon, who was thinking of the “Army Can- 
teens.” 


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“Here’s a poem for you,” said Mr. Hurst, and 

he read from a daily paper: 

“READY FOR ROLL CALL. 

“You kin hear the country callin’ — an’ she ain’t a-callin’ 
soft! 

An’ they ain’t a man a-hidin’ in the fodder in the loft! 

They’s patriots by the dozens — all your brothers an’ your 
cousins, — 

But it’s hard work gittin’ in the army! 

“They ain’t a man a-dodgin’ when a Spanish sojer shoots, 

An’ no one’s advertisin’ in the land fer substitoots; 

They’s privates brave in plenty, an’ a officer to twenty, — 

But it’s hard work gittin’ in the army! 

“They’re crowdin’ fer recruitin’ from all corners o’ the 
States; 

They’re jumpin’ of the fences, an’ they’re swingin’ on the 
gates; 

But with privates by the million, an’ colonels by the 
billion. 

It’s hard work gittin’ in the army!” 

“Any more?” said the doctor. 

“Yes,” said Mrs. Bon as Mary Ann appeared. 

“Dinner!” 


CHAPTER XIL 


COMPANY D. 

“ ’Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave 
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.” 

— F. S. Key. 

'‘Here are smiling manly faces, 

And the maiden’s step is gay; 

Nor sad by thinking, nor mad by drinking. 

Nor mopes, nor fools are they.” 

— Scott. 

T he sun was rising over the hills at Camp 
Douglas. The tall pines on the topmost peaks 
were touched with the morning beams of Old 

Sol. 

The camp was astir; a soldier boy, dressed in a 
blue uniform with brown leggings, gazed up at 
those sentinels of the forest far above him. He 
drew a deep breath; perhaps it was to fill his lungs 
with the invigorating morning air, perhaps at 
thought that he might never again see the sun rise 
on those sentinels, for Company D had been 
ordered to move south on the evening train to fill 
a vacancy. 

It was a Sabbath morning. Did thoughts of 
home and friends, and that mother as she gathered 

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her brood for morning worship, come before him? 
Perhaps! For his countenance is expressive of sad 
thoughts ; but, like a true soldier-boy, he will take 
one more farewell look at the pines. He is noting 
the flight of the hawk when a familiar voice greets 
his ear. 

“Faith, Frank, how are ye? What ye gazin’ at 
up there? Hurrah! let’s climb the bluffs and plant 
the flag jest for practice!” 

“That you, Jim? You up?” 

“Och, and how do ye suppose I could be a-talk- 
ing if I were aslape, and how do ye suppose I could 
slape after fightin’ the Dons all night?” 

“Yes, the mosquitoes were a-plenty,” and Frank 
took off his hat and scratched his head. 

“Hurrah, for the bluffs, Frank!” exclaimed 
Jimmie. They were soon racing across the open 
stretch of the camp ground; were climbing up the 
rocks. They were followed by several others. 
Racing and scrambling up they go as though .they 
really were in Cuba and rushing to capture an 
important pass. 

“There, begorra! Frank, I made her!” and Cor- 
poral Jimmie Swanson straightened himself up on 
a flat rock far up on the bluff and swung aloft the 
stars and stripes. 

The “boys” who were clambering up paused to 
look, and as they cheer, the “boys” in the valley 
follow up the sound with their eyes, and when they 
saw Jim outlined against the sky ^waving their 


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banner, such a deafening cheer arose. The rocks 
and the hills took up the cry, and the great hawks, 
too, — all salute the flag and the American soldier- 
boy! 

The bugle-call brought the ‘Toys” all scamper- 
ing back to quarters, and soon the inhabitants of 
the little camp were all busy preparing breakfast. 

The “boys” were taught many useful lessons 
in cooking by a few old veterans, who were only 
vitising the camp. 

A half dozen or more of the “boys” were gath- 
ered around an old veteran, who walked with a 
limp that was no more conspicuous than the many 
badges dangling from his vest. He was relating 
to his listeners his experience at the Battle of the 
Wilderness, when a soldier-boy interrupted the 
veteran — “Say, Dad, give the ‘boys’ ‘i\fter the 
Fight.’ ” 

The veteran turned with fond paternal pride to 
his son, and without another word began reciting 
in a full voice “After the Fight,” at the close of 
which he was so loudly cheered that he gave “The 
Angel of Buena Vista,” and then the “boys in 
blue” saluted Comrade Stevens as he limped away 
to a tent. 

Thus the morning hours were passed of the last 
Sabbath spent at Camp Douglas by Company D. 

The noon train brought many visitors, among 
them the little party from the rectory. Katherine 
had come for the purpose of looking for Adrein, 


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hoping that she might find him there among the 
recruits. The train that brought the rectory party 
also brought those of the college students who 
were going with Company D, among them Bunce 
and McGuire. 

Somehow Bunce had found his way to the coach 
occupied by the Bons, and before Camp Douglas 
was reached he was seated by Marion and made 
himself so agreeable that even Doctor Bon’s preju- 
dice was fast disappearing. 

He found out from Marion that Adrein had gone 
somewhere to enlist — that was all she knew. Bunce 
had his surmises, but kept them to himself. How- 
ever, the fact that they were searchers gave him a 
favorable opportunity to act as Marion’s escort a 
part of the day, and many were the scrambles they 
had in climbing the bluffs, and once Bunce carved 
Marion’s name, in the rocks with his knife. 

Mr. Hurst was among the “boys” delivering 
short discourses. Here, there and everywhere he 
saw an opportunity to remind them that it was 
vSunday. Sometimes it was a sacred poem recited; 
then, again, a few passages of scripture; and now 
he was talking to the “boys” of the homes they 
were soon to leave far behind and asking them to 
take the better part of those home influences with 
them, in camp, in drill, on the field of battle — every- 
where. 

He was just closing one of those impromptu 
speeches when he saw Mrs. Bon, assisted by Kath- 


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erine, distributing tracts and papers, and they both 
wore the bow of white ribbon. 

Doctor Bon was chatting with Colonel Seamans 
and Lieutenant Caldwell. Marion and Bunce were 
far up the bluff. The rumbling of a train became 
louder and louder, and soon the rocks were echo- 
ing the fierce ‘ffoot-toot” of the whistle’s “down- 
brakes.” 

The boys were off in a rush over rocks and 
along the pass between the hills to catch sight of 
the coming train. 

“What is it?” called Corporal Dan Stevens. 

“A Minnesota regiment,” angfwered Private 
Lewis Murry, and Mr. Hurst started to join the 
rush for the depot. Just as he reached the west 
platform the train pulled out and he saw, — only a 
face at the window, but he was quite sure he could 
not be mistaken. 

“What regiment?” he asked of the ticket agent. 

“Twelfth Minnesota,” was the answer. 

“Where to?” inquired Mr. Hurst. 

“Chickamauga,” was the curt reply. 

Thankful that he had gained even that little in- 
formation to relieve Katherine’s anxiety, he re- 
turned to the camp. All was preparation. The bugle 
sounds the call. The “boys” came in from all 
directions, and were soon busy packing their “kits” 
and belongings. 

The band was playing “The Battle Hymn of the 
Republic,” when Bunce came up to Doctor Bon, 
who was standing alone in a meditative mood. 


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Bunce was already to show the courage of a man, 
as well as that of a soldier. 

With a bland smile and a graceful wave of the 
hand, he said: ^‘Doctor Bon, if you have no objec- 
tions, I would like the privilege of corresponding 
Vvdth your daughter while I am a soldier.” 

Doctor Bon looked him full in the face as he 
replied: “What did she say for herself?” 

“She awaits your decision,” answered Bunce. 

“I have no particular objection,” answered the 
doctor hesitatingly. “You prove yourself worthy 

by being true to that ” and he pointed to the 

flag floating from the rocks where Corporal Jim- 
mie Swanson had fastened it. Their conversation 
was interrupted by, “Och! and that is what I says 
meself !” 

And Doctor Bon and Bunce right-about-faced to 
make the acquaintance of Corporal Jimmie, who, 
with Corporal Dan Stevens, was “killing time” by 
making new acquaintances. 

A greater contrast could scarcely be found than 
Cadiz Bunce and Corporal Stevens. Bunce and 
McGuire were intending to join the college com 
pany, but hearing that Company D would sooner 
be in the field, and learning that there were just 
two vacancies, they had decided to go with this 
company. They were, indeed, quite a contrast to 
the greater part of the company, who were tough, 
hardy, country lads, true to the flag they were 


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following, regardless of honors, fame or promo- 
tions. 

Already some one had christened Bunce ‘‘Bonnet 
Strings,'’ possibly for the manner of his hand 
flourishes. 

The doctor and Bunce soon found themselves 
surrounded by quite a little company, for wherever 
Corporal Jimmie went there the crowd seemed to 
follow. 

Going up to the doctor, Jim said; “Och! and 
can’t ye gave a poor boy a button?” and he held out 
his cap in mimicry of a monkey gathering pennies. 

“What are you up to now, Jim?” said Dan. 

“Och! and I am gathering souvenirs for the girls 
along the way.” The doctor appreciative of a joke, 
humored the request, and, cutting a button from 
his sleeve, dropped it into the cap. 

Mrs. Bon and Katherine approached the groups 
in company with several other ladies. 

Corporal Jimmie craned his neck and gave a 
leap into the air as he exclaimed: “Och! there is 
me darlin’ of a school-marm!” 

“Where?” asked Corporal Stevens, but Jim was 
stepping out to meet Miss Getsing, and she was 
giving him her hand and greeting him with, “Jim! 
you here?” Katherine recognized the mischievous 
“bad boy” of District Number Five. She had 
entirely lost track of him for the last two years, 
but here he was, and she smiled as she thought of 
his many pranks that every teacher who had ruled 


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in Number Five had borne with. No one seemed 
to take offense at his familiarities, for Jimmie 
served all alike. 

“Give me something to remember ye by, Miss 
Getsing, when I’m fightin’ the Dons in Cuba.” 

“Here is my handkerchief,” said Katherine, 
handing him one in which her full name was 
embroidered. 

“Katherine Getsing,” read Jim aloud. “Three 
cheers for the best school mistress that ever flogged 
a boy. Hip! Hip! Hurrah!” And the other boys 
took up the cry. Katherine, finding herself the 
center of attraction, bowed. 

Was it Frank Vought who first started the cry, 
“A speech a speech! from Miss Getsing?” Kather- 
ine again recognized a boy from her county; and 
evidently Jim and Frank were planning, for soon 
a half dozen boys had, by aid of benches and chairs, 
formed a rude platform and the hills were echoing, 
“A speech! a speech! from Miss Getsing.” 

Katherine Getsing had long been connected 
with school life, and in the mass of faces now 
before her she recognized many familiar ones. She 
was touched, too, as she thought how the ranks 
would be thinner the familiar faces be missing, 
perhaps, when Company D returned, and she 
allowed Mr. Hurst to assist her to the platform. 

All was silence, and with a strong, full voice she 
said: “ ‘Boys,’ you honor those,” and she pointed 
to a line of flags dotting the bluffs, “ and I 


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lionor you because you have shown that true patri- 
otism which our forefathers showed. Much as I 
feel the dreadfulness of the trials, temptations, the 
great hardships that you will meet, I can only wish 
you God-speed and bid you go, as the best repre- 
sentation of the American people. And, ‘boys,’ 
wherever you do go, I feel well assured that you 
will show the true American spirit. Never be a 
sneak. It is un-American.” And then she recited: 

“When Freedom on her natal day. 

Within her war-rocked cradle lay, 

An iron race around her stood, 

Baptized her infant brow in blood; 

And through the storm which round her swept 
Their constant ward and watching kept. 

“Our fathers to their graves have gone. 

Their strife is past, — their triumph won, 

But sterner trials wait the race. 

Which rises in their honored place. 

A moral warfare with the crime. 

And folly of an evil time. 

“So let it be. In God’s own might. 

We gird us for the coming fight. 

And, strong in Him whose cause is ours 
In conflict with unholy powers. 

We grasp the weapons He has given, — 

The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.” 

She stepped down from the platform, and the 
“boys” of Company D formed in line and saluted. 
Katherine looked on with pride and gratitude. 


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REMEMBER ! REMEMBER ! THE MAINE ! 

When she saw the “boys” thus in their uniforms, 
tears stole down her cheeks, and she wished that 
some discouraged teacher who had toiled so hard 
in training the children for “Decoration Day Exer- 
cises,” and in other ways trying to inculcate true 
patriotism, could see the “boys” now as she saw 
them. 

“Three cheers for Company D,” suggested Doc- 
tor Bon, and the rocks and hills again echoed, 
“Hip! Hip! Hip! Hurrah!” 

“Doesn’t that nearly make you jealous?” said 


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Mrs. Bon to Mr. Hurst, not intending the words 
for other ears. 

“Och!” said Corporal Jimmie, who seemed to be 
all ears. He whispered in Corporal Stevens’ ear; 
then, pulling Doctor Bon’s sleeve, he said: “Say, 
mister, what’s he,” pointing to Mr. Hurst, “to 
Miss Getsing — sweetheart?” A nod from the doc- 
tor and a smile from Mrs. Bon was enough for 
Irish Jim, and he said: “Och boys, three cheers 
for the parson!” 

“The benediction. Reverend Hurst,” said sev- 
eral voices, and Mr. Hurst took the platform and 
led in the chorus, and a hundred brave “boys in 
blue” joined in singing, “Glory be to the Father, 
and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost. As it 
was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, 
world without end. Amen.” 

Some one said, “This reminds me of a Sunday 
School picnic.” The “boys” are all ready. The 
command is given, “Shoulder arms! March!” and 
the drum corps led the way to the waiting train. 
The party from the rectory fell in line, for their 
own train would soon be due. 

Soon the flutter of handkerchiefs, the waving 
of flags, the cheering, the rumbling of the train 
told that the “boys” were on the way to the front, 
and as a parting salute Company D gave forth that 
memorable battle cry: 

“Remember! Remember! the Maine! 

Hurrah for Cuba! 

Down with Spain.” 


CHAPTER XIII. 


IN SESSION. 

“What does the knot of white ribbon mean? 

The love of the land we cherish; 

Seeking to keep its manhood pure, 

Battling with evil that fain would lure 
Men down till in sin they perish. 

“Yes: the knot of white ribbon means love of God, 

Of home and of every nation; 

Its wearers are working to hasten the day 
When righteousness, temperance, truth shall have sway 
O’er all the wide creation.” 

— M. A. Burhans. 

I T WAS the thirtieth day of June; everywhere 
little groups of men were discussing the war 
news; opinions were exchanged as to the prob- 
able length of time it would take for ‘‘Uncle Sam” 
to demonstrate to Spain that he was backed by a 
power that knew no trifling. Shafter and his army 
at Fort Tampa had been a subject of. discussion by 
the street corner groups until the regimental but- 
tons were likely to be loosened by the power of 
vibration of the human voice, — and now the fight 
had really begun! 



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Flags floated out in all directions and at all 
times, until one scarcely knew when the important 
victory was won — yesterday, to-day, or was 
it expected to-morrow. As one old veteran said: 

‘■ril just hoist Old Glory, and Santiago will sur- 
render to-morrow! Old Glory will be there on 
time; she never was behind in any fight yet!” 

But on this memorable thirtieth of June there 
were other groups besides those of the street cor- 
ners. “The Temperance Congress” was in ses- 
sion at Prohibition Park, Long Island. 

The local W. C. T. U. was being entertained by 
Mrs. Bon at St. John’s Rectory, and all of its mem- 
bers were eager to learn the latest news from Long 
Island. 

The meeting was opened by the president, Mrs. 
Bon, and immediately after opening exercises she 
appointed Miss Getsing to answer telephone calls, 
as they would receive the news from Prohibition 
Park through the kindness of the local telegraph 
operator. 

“And now, ladies,” said Mrs. Bon, “what is the 
most important business before us?” 

Mrs. Hosford arose. “Madam President,” she 
said, “I believe that the sole purpose of this meet- 
ing is to propose a line of work which may event- 
ually benefit our ‘boys’ who responded so gal- 
lantly to the country’s call and are at the front, 
either in battle or camp. I for one propose send- 
ing suitable literature.” 


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37 


She sat down, and soon the ladies entered into 
a discussion with a spirit which showed the loyal- 
ness of American women. Many plans were dis- 
cussed, after which a short recess was declared, 
whereupon each lady armed herself with needle 
and shears — woman’s weapons, always in use by a 
mighty army, in war or peace. 

The ladies were soon busy in making those 
housewives which proved so useful to the soldiers. 

Katherine was ready to report. “Madam Presi- 
dent,” she said, “the one great measure of import- 
ance, as passed by The Temperance Congress,’ is 
‘A Protest,’ to be sent to the United States Con- 
gress, against the ‘Army Canteen System.’ ” 

A murmur of applause came from the union, and 
one lady who had three sons in the war “to be 
tempted and tried,” audibly said: “The Lord be 
praised!” 

“Miss Getsing,” said Mrs. Bon, “will you make 
a housewife?” 

“Oh, certainly, Mrs. Bon, if you will please 
enlighten me how to begin.” 

Mrs. Bon handed her a newspaper clipping, 
which read as follows: 

“Mrs. Wells, Superintendent of Sailors and Sol- 
diers, at Chattanooga. — We are making the house- 
wives with a flat compartment just large enough for 
a small testament, and with a pocket to hold two 
dozen buttons. We put a spool of cotton on a 
wire across, then fill up with flannel leaves, into 


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which we put one dozen needles, pins and safety 
pins. In the testament we put a pledge card and 
a few selected leaflets.” 

Katherine selected the material and went to 
work with an interest which added zeal to the 
laggers. 

And now that all were busy Mrs. Bon saw that 
the time had come for her to put another impor- 
tant matter before the union. 

She relied on the housewife work to cover any 
unpleasantness noticeable of Miss Getsing. She 

called on Mrs. G to read the first rule of the 

“Home for the Fallen,” which is: “The girls shall 
pledge themselves to remain in the ‘Home’ one 
year unless the white-ribboners decide otherwise.” 
And then, in as few words as possible, she told of 
Adrein’s visit to the “Home” in St. Paul, and sug- 
gested that the sisters of the union send in a 
petition for Margarita to be released from her 
pledge. 

The necessary form of business was gone 
through, and it was decided, after some discus- 
sion, that Mrs. Hosford, accompanied by Mrs. 
Snow, should present the petition in person. This 
had been brought about by Mrs. Bon, and Kath- 
erine fully appreciated the deviation from the reg- 
ular rules. 

That matter disposed of, the ladies fell to chat- 
ting. 

“Has no one heard from the ‘boys’?” asked Mrs. 
Bon of Mrs. Hosford. 


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“I believe that President Hosford has received 
word that they have reached Chickamauga, and 
are as comfortably settled as can be expected,” 
replied Mrs. Hosford, as she cut a piece of wire the 
proper length for the housewife and adjusted the 
spool of thread. 

“I see by the papers that our ‘boys’ of the Third 
will soon be off for Porto Rico,” said one lady. 
“My son, Willie, writes that malarial fever is very 
prevalent at Camp Thomas.” 

“So!” said Mrs. Bon, and as she glanced at 
Katherine she saw the anxious, care-worn look 
deepening. She, too, thought of Adrein, and was 
only too glad to have the discussion of war news 
interrupted by Mr. Hurst, who hesitated at the 
door. 

“Come in!” said half a dozen voices. 

“Mr. Hurst, there is plenty of work for you 
here. I have just been thinking what a pity that 
we should be delayed in sending these for want of 
testaments,” said Mrs. Hosford, holding up her 
housewife for his inspection ; “and now comes ‘the 
man for the place.’ Can you not help us out?” 

“Mrs. Hosford, I shall only be too pleased to aid 
in such a worthy cause. I have a quantity of testa- 
ments on hand that will do nicely.” 

And leaving the room he soon returned with his 
arms full of books. 

“There, ladies, are the testaments,” he said, 
laying a package on the table; “and here are several 


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other books which I think may be very interesting 
for the ‘boys;’ put these in your box, please.” 

A vote of thanks was tendered from the union 
for his liberal contribution. 

Katherine was just finishing her housewife and 
asked for a testament. 

Mr. Hurst selected one, and, turning the leaf 
down at the “Prodigal’s Return,” he wrote in the 
margin, “K. Getsing,” “A. Hurst,” and handed it 
to Katherine, hoping that it might reach Adrein; 
for as yet nothing had been heard of him. They 
had decided that Katherine should remain a guest 
at the rectory until something further should be 
known of Adrein. 

The ladies had finished packing the box, and an 
adjournment had been declared. One by one they 
departed until only Mrs. Hosford and Mrs. Snow 
remained at the rectory to discuss further plans for 
Margarita. Mrs. Bon well knew Katherine’s 
intentions and was pleased to talk the matter over 
with these ladies. 

“Mrs. Bon, what do you propose doing with 
Margarita?” asked Mrs. Snow. “She isn’t strong 
enough yet to do much for herself.” 

“How do you mean, Mrs. Snow?” replied Mrs. 
Bon. 

“Why, physically; she is very poorly. The loss 
of the other babe seems to be a great worry to 
her; so the matron stated to me in a letter a few 
days ago.” 


Here are the Testaments. 




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“So!” said Mrs. Bon. “I believe Miss Getsing 
has fully planned for Margarita’s future, and Mr. 
Hurst has not been idle in tryine to find the lost 
child.” 

“Indeed!” exclaimed Mrs. Hosford. “How have 
you succeeded, Mr. Hurst?” 

“So far my labors have been in vain, but I shall 
not yet give up.” 

“It seems so remarkably strange,” said Mrs. 
Snow, “that a helpless child should so disappear.” 

“But there is so small a clue to identify it; that 
may be one cause,” said Mrs. Hosford. 

“Oh, if you could only see that shawl, Louisa, 
you might think differently!” said Mrs. Bon. 

“Hov^ever, we had better discuss the mother of 
the child. There is an old proverb — ‘Mother love 
is so strong that it will reveal itself in spite of cir- 
cumstances.’ So perhaps we shall find the child 
when the mother is with us. And now. Miss 
Getsing, will you please tell the ladies what you 
have decided to do for Margarita?” 

Katherine was resolute. With the assistance of 
the white-ribboners, she would take Margarita and 
the babe from the “Home take her to visit among 
Adrein’s relatives and try and make her forget the 
loss of her child, until they could communicate 
with Adrein. She hoped for his safe return to 
them, and that he and Margarita might be pleas- 
antly settled, regardless of the past. 


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Mrs. Hosford and Mrs. Snow felt satisfied that 
they could present a favorable outlook for their 
charge to the matron of the “Home,” and it was 
decided that they should go immediately to St. 
Paul, and Mrs. Snow hastened home to make prep- 
arations for the journey on the morrow. 

Doctor Bon came just as Mrs. Hosford was pre- 
paring to go. Giving her a cordial hand-shake, he 
said: “Has President Hosford any notion of 
enlisting?” 

“Oh, I suppose he would have gone to the front 
had he not been so controlled by the home artill- 
ery,” laughed Mrs. Hosford. 

“How so?” said the doctor. 

“Oh, there is a wise saying that ‘The White-rib- 
bon bows form a line of artillery that shall encircle 
the globe’,’ and I consider myself a part of that 
line.” 

“Oh, ho!” said the doctor. “I always supposed 
tliat you were equal to a dynamite gun.” 

“Now, Doctor Bon,” shaking her finger at him, 
“did you intend that for a compliment? If so, 
how?” 

“A compliment? Oh, certainly! Mrs. Hosford, 
can you not blow up a hogshead of whiskey?” 

“I wish they were all blown into atoms!” she 
exclaimed. 

“Bravo!” said the doctor. “You see, I just 
lighted the fuse, and off she goes! But it is powder 


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that counts now-a-days! Where is your brother 
Will?” 

“He has been located at El Paso, Texas, for 
some time. And, by the way, doctor, you are 
always interested in every new venture, you should 
make Will a visit and go up in New Mexico and 
learn some interesting questions about a ‘New 
Race’ of people.” 

“What’s that?” said the doctor. 

“Miss Getsing,” said Mrs. Hosford, “have you 
read anything about the ‘Shalam Colony’ in New 
Mexico?” 

“Yes,” said Katherine, “I saw an article in a 
late magazine entitled ‘A New Race,’ but I did not 
give it particular thought at the time.” 

“Explain yourself, Mrs. Hosford; I am dying 
with curiosity,” said the doctor. “Does it have 
reference to a long life?” 

“You are entirely off this time. Dr. Bon,” 
replied Mrs. Hosford. “No; my brother wrote me 
an account of the place. It is only fifty miles north 
from where he is located, and he is often sent 
there with supplies. I presume you have heard of 
Dr. J. B. Newbrough?” 

“Yes,” replied Doctor Bon thoughtfully. “I was 
slightly acquainted with him. He is dead now, is 
he not?” 

“I think so,” resumed Mrs. Hosford. “However, 
he was the founder of this colony, this ‘Land of 
Children.’ The children of the colony are orphan 


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babes and castaway foundlings, which the workers 
gather from all parts of the country. The founders 
of Shalam disclaim any merely charitable object. 
Their idea is to teach the people to be self-sustain- 
ing. But, best of all, in my opinion, tobacco and 
intoxicating liquors are unknown among them. 

“Brother wrote many interesting features con- 
cerning the management of these children, and I 
have become so interested in the colony that I hope 
to soon see for myself.” 

“Do you intend to go South?” asked Doctor 
Bon. 

“Yes. I think President Hosford intends to visit 
some military camp, and I shall go on to Texas and 
visit my brother.” 

“Can you not take ‘me too?’ as the boy said 
about the pudding,” replied the doctor. 

“Mrs. Hosford, you are getting yourself into 
serious trouble,” laughed Mrs. Bon. 

“Why not, Augusta?” replied Mrs. Hosford. 

“You both need the rest a trip of the kind would 
give. Come, join us! What are you so serious 
about, Mr. Hurst?” 

“Mrs. Hosford, I have been planning for some 
time to visit one of the military camps,” and Mr. 
Hurst looked at Katherine. 

“That is delightful. Let’s make up a party and 
charter a car,” said Mrs. Hosford eagerly. 

“I believe' 1 will see President Hosford about 
it,” said Doctor Bon. 


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“Will it not be a delightful trip, Miss Getsing?” 
said Mrs. Bon. 

“Yes, I think it certainly would be very interest- 
ing and profitable,” replied Katherine. 

“Of course, you will come too?” interrogated 
Mrs. Hosford, and Katherine bowed her thanks. 

“Well, well! we will see about it, my dear,” said 
the doctor musingly. And Mrs. Hosford went 
home to tell the arrangements to her husband, as 
though it were really settled. 

The doctor and Mr. Hurst fell to discussing 
military camps in general. 

“I presume President Hosford will be partial to 
Camp Thomas,” said Dr. Bon. “I for my part 
would enjoy a trip there — then on to Fortress Mon- 
roe, and view the Army Hospital.” 

“Yes,” said Mr. Hurst, “I would enjoy visiting 
some of the coast defenses and have the privilege 
of examining some of those tremendous search- 
lights and defence-guns.” 

The conversation was interrupted by Marion, 
who came in with several packages, which she 
deposited on the table. 

“What have you there, Marion?” said Mrs. Bon. 

“And where have you been?” added the doctor. 
“I have scarcely seen you this week.” 

But Marion was vigorously rubbing the muscles 
of her right arm and paid no attention to either 
question for about three minutes. 


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“What have I there?” she said, pointing to the 
package and laughing as she continued to rub her 
arm. “I have been gathering for the ‘Soldiers’ 
Box,’ and, of course, have been obliged to take a 
great many useless articles or wound the feelings 
of those that felt that they were doing ‘Some little 
good just in the doing, — and doing.’ 

“Now, papa, I appoint you and Miss Getsing 
as inspector-generals, mamma as a judge, Mr. 
Hurst as supply, while I unpack the articles. 

“Here is a valuable book, ‘Life of General Sher- 
idan.’ A roll of linen for bandages; a package of 
daily papers of ’97.” 

“No good!” said the doctor. 

“Why not?” asked Mrs. Bon. 

“Who cares to read such stale news!” 

“Very well, throw them aside, Marion.” 

Then followed three more books which were 
considered good — one contained “Camp Fire 
Poems.” 

“What do you call this?” and all eyes were 
turned to Mr. Hurst, who had drawn forth an old 
pistol. 

“Halt!” said the doctor, and he took the weapon 
and examined it closely — a single barrel, about 
four inches in length ; a single trigger, which acted 
as a repeater in cocking the hammer and pulling 
it down on a percussion cap. 

“And here are the bullet-molds,” said Katherine. 
“A pair of brass ones.” And the tiny holes be- 


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spoke of the innumerable pewter-spoons that had 
done battle as molten lead. 

Miss Getsing was the first to recover from sheer 
curiosity. She burst out laughing. '‘Where did 
you get it, Miss Bon? What a great contrast to 
our present army guns and revolvers!” 

“That,” said Marion with a pretension of dig- 
nity, “was given by old Aunt Bettie Holland, who 
can neither read nor write. 

“She said that it is one that her husband carried 
through the Civil War, and she knew of no better 
use for it than to send it to some soldier-boy. 
And, she added, ‘Jest tell ’em to be kerful an’ not 
bu’n his fingers with ’t. It ware apt to go w’f, 
kinder sudent like.’ 

“Shall I send it, mamma?” said Marion, trying 
to be serious. 

“Yes,” said the doctor, “to Bunce!” 

“Papa!” said Marion warningly. 

“I would not! He might commit suicide!” said 
Mr. Hurst; and Marion declared the court ad- 
journed. 


CHAPTER XIV. 


UPWARD. 


‘I know not,’ she murmured, ‘I follow the way 
Heaven leads me; I cannot foresee to what end. 

I know only that far, far away it must tend 

From all places in which we have met or might meet. 

Far away! — upward — onward.’ ” 


— Meredith. 



O CELEBRATION here!” was placarded 


from the bill-boards, in a sprawling boyish 


1 ^ hand. Katherine smiled as she read. Mrs. 

Bon, also, saw and read the announcement, as they 
were driving toward the depot. 

‘‘Old Glory is about the only part of the town, 
that seems to remember the Nation’s birthday,” 
said Katherine musingly. 

“Yes,” replied Mrs. Bon, “she floats a silent 
reminder of the homes hushed with the voice of 
mourning — of ‘Rachael weeping for her children.’ ” 

“Have you seen any account of the losses, Mrs. 
Bon?” asked Katherine. 

“Nothing definite; ‘Our troops bravely defend- 
ing San Juan hills, with odds against them!’ — so 
said the morning bulletin.” 


BOWS OF WHITK RIBBON. 15I 

“How terrible must be the heat, in that tropical 
climate!” And Katherine suppressed a sigh as 
she thought of those two brothers now in the 
thickest of the fight. Well, that she did not know 
that one already lay dead at the “Bloody Bend!” 

The shrill whistle of the engine warned them that 
the train was fast approaching. Mrs. Bon tight- 
ened the hold on the rein, as the horse shied. She 
was obliged to drive around another block to 
quiet the animal. 

“I fear we shall be too late! The train is now 
in, is it not. Miss Getsing?” 

“I think so.” 

“Come Dobin, what makes you so afraid to- 
day? We will leave you at home next time,” said 
Mrs. Bon soothingly to her horse. 

“Perhaps we had better go home,” replied 
Katherine. 

“It is too bad! 1 hoped we might meet them 
at the train,” replied Mrs. Bon, somewhat an- 
noyed, as she turned Dobin’s head toward the 
rectory. 

The carriages were rattling up the avenue and 
one far ahead reached the rectory full seven min- 
utes before Dobin did. 

When Mrs. Bon and Katherine entered the sit- 
ting-room, they heard Mrs. Snow’s voice. She was 
saying, “And we must have missed them!” “Yes,” 
said Marion, “they started nearly an hour ago. 
intending to be at the depot to meet your train. 
I do not see where they can be!” 


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‘'Here we are to answer for ourselves!'’ and Mrs. 
Bon came bustling* in all smiles. 

Margarita was sitting in a rocker; pale, silent, 
and trembling. One babe was sleeping quietly in 
her arms. 

“Margarita,” said Mrs. Bon, gently taking her 
hand, “this is Miss Getsing.” 

“And this is Rena’s wife!” said Katherine, the 
last word sticking a little in her throat. 

And she bent over and kissed Margarita on the 
brow. 

Margarita v/as blinking and making a great ef- 
fort to keep back the tears; but when Katherine 
reached for the babe, and said: “You must be 
tired, let me take the little one,” her self control 
had passed its point, and she was sobbing passion- 
ately. 

“There, there, dearie!” said Mrs. Bon soothingly, 
as she wiped a tear from her own eye; “I know you 
are not strong.” 

“Shall I get a cup of tea, mamma?” said Marion. 

“Please do!” said Mrs. Snow. “And, Marion, 
do me a favor; please get me one, too.” 

“Really, Mrs. Snow, I guess we had nearly for- 
gotten that you have been journeying! Will you 
sit here, or come with me and bathe your face?” 

“I believe I will go with you, dear.” 

By the time Marion returned with the tea, Mar- 
garita was quiet, and Katherine was unfastening 
the baby’s wraps. 


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“Oh, what a dear little baby!” said Marion. 

“Yes,” said Katherine, and she brushed away a 
tear, as she saw Rena’s eyes looking up into her 
own. 

“Marion,” said Mrs. Bon, “this is Mrs. Adrein 
Getsing.” 

Margarita crimsoned. If Marion felt any sur- 
prise, she was too much of a true lady to show it 
before Margarita, and she took Margarita’s hand, 
and said: “You must be very weary, would you 
not like to bathe your face, too? Mrs. Snow is 
feeling quite refreshed.” 

Margarita, reassured by kind words and deeds, 
soon began to feel more at ease. Toward Marion, 
she already drew; feeling the companionship of 
one nearer her own age. 

“Thank you. Miss Bon,” she replied, “I think 
a bath would relieve the pain in my eyes and head.” 

“I think I had better show Margarita to her 
room,” said Mrs. Bon. “Marion, will you attend 
to Mrs. Snow? and I will soon join you. Miss 
Getsing, will you come, too?” as Katherine still 
remained standing with the babe in her arms. 

“Oh, the baby must follow his mamma! Mrs. 
Bon, and as he cannot walk, I shall consider it a 
privilege to carry him;” and Katherine gave Mar- 
garita an assuring smile. 

Mrs. Bon led the way to the toom, previously 
occupied by Adrein, which Margarita was to share 
with Katherine. 


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Baby was deposited on the bed, and Mrs. Bon 
hastened to remove his wraps. 

Katherine turned to assist Margarita who had 
already removed her hat; her hair had become 
unfastened, and Katherine thought her quite pretty 
as she stood with her hands clasped, looking in- 
tently at a picture of Adrein which Katherine had 
placed on the dresser. 

The tears were on Margarita’s cheeks, as she 
turned away, and soon she was bending over her 
babe. A prayer arose from her heart in thankful- 
ness that she found such kind friends. 

Mrs. Bon, who was standing near the bed, heard 
only the words: “Father, make me worthy!” and 
she gently responded, “Amen!” 

Margarita’s wardrobe had been left at home, 
when her step-mother bade her begone; but dear 
Mrs. Bon, who was ever thoughtful, had not been 
idle in those last few days; and, at a suggestion, 
Katherine had ordered a pretty wrapper, a blazer- 
suit, and a bluetta silk, which were quite sufficient 
for present needs. 

When Margarita had finished combing her hair, 
Mrs. Bon showed her the three pretty gowns, and 
Margarita, as she saw them, felt her self-control 
again giving way. She had already made up her 
mind to see her step-mother and demand her ward- 
robe; but she well knew that her strength, at pres- 
ent, was not “sufficient for the day.” 

Mrs. Bon was pondering the better way: should 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


55 


she take Margarita down stairs, or send her tea 
up, when Marion came with a tray on which was a 
tempting luncheon. 

“Mamma,” she said, “Mrs. Snow wishes to see 
you,” and Mrs. Bon went down stairs. 

“Where is Mrs. Hosford, Miss Bon?” asked 
Katherine. 

“She went directly to the college,” replied 
Marion. 

“She was nearly exhausted; both she and Mrs. 
vSnow were obliged to travel a greater part of the 
night,” said Margarita, as she drank Marion’s tea 
with a relish. 

Marion went down stairs feeling well repaid for 
her trouble as she saw Margarita’s face gradually 
losing that tired, nervous expression. 

Katherine, who was feeling so anxious about 
Adrein, and longing to ask Margarita a thousand 
and one questions, scarcely knew how to begin, 
when she found herself alone with her brother’s 
wife. 

But, at last, Katherine said: “Do you know 
that I have loved Rena very dearly? and in time 
I hope we shall all love you.” 

“Yes,” said Margarita faintly. 

“Rena was such a dear little fellow to me; how 
I have cared for him! and have been very proud of 
him.” 

“Yes,” said Margarita, her face slightly crim- 
soning; “I have heard him speak of you. Mrs. 


156 BOWS 01^ WHITK RIBBON. 

Hosford told me that it was his sister’s wish that 
I leave the ‘Home/ or I should never have come!” 

Katherine was touched with Margarita’s sim- 
plicity, and she thought — only seventeen — and al- 
ready the shadows of care were on that brow, where 
only the peacefulness of youth should be. 

The ladies of the white-ribbon could not have 
placed their charge in better hands than Katherine 
Getsing. Of this they were fully satisfied, for 
down in Mrs. Bon’s private sitting-room, the “dear 
lady” and Mrs. Snow were holding a confidential 
business meeting. “Yes, Mrs. Bon, I am fully con- 
vinced that we have done the right thing this time. 

“Miss Getsing is a rare type of sister-in-law. 
There are a great many women who would, under 
similar circumstances, have spurned Margarita, 
and had they such an opportunity as Miss Getsing 
has, would make a girl’s life a hideous nightmare, 
with unkindness.” 

“So it is! Mrs. Snow; but Miss Getsing is all 
for her sex, and I think she lays a full share of 
the trouble to her brother; although she has been 
very fond and proud of him.” 

“Has she no sisters?” 

“None, I believe; but two brothers, older than 
Adrein, who are now in the field at Cuba.” 

“Indeed!” said Mrs. Snow, “has she no mother 
or father living?” 

“Her m.other is dead, but the father is living.” 

“Are they wealthy people?” 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


157 


“I judge that they are comfortably situated; 

Colonel Getsing has been postmaster at W for 

some time. I have the impression that he is very 
much attached to his youngest son.” 

“I hope he will behave as kindly to Margarita, 
as his daughter has,” replied Mrs. Snow, as she 
prepared to go. 

“Mamma!” called Marion. 

“What is it, dearest?” 

“Papa has come!” 

“So!” said Mrs. Bon. “Oh, do not go, Mrs. 
Snow;” as that lady rose. 

“Good-afternoon, Mrs. Snow,” said Doctor Bon 
cheerily removing his hat, and fanning himself vig- 
orously. “I feel cpiite refreshed at sight of you.” 

“Indeed, Doctor, how so?” replied Mrs. Snow, 
feeling well assured that the doctor was jesting. 

“Oh, a snow-ball in hot weather; is it not quite 
refreshing?” 

“Yes, sir,” parrying his joke. 

“I presume you mean the flower, papa,” said 
Marion, and Mrs. Snow laughed at Marion's in- 
terpretation. 

“Oh,” said the doctor, “were you and Mrs. Hos- 
ford successful in your business?” 

“Yes, quite so! We have already added two 
more to your household.” 

“You forget, dear lady, that this home is public 
property, answerable for and by the Rector of St. 
John’s Church.” 


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^‘Come, come! Doctor, what new trouble are 
you putting on my shoulders?” and Mr. Hurst 
made his appearance at the door. 

“Your shoulders are broad, are they not, Mr. 
Hurst?” said Mrs. Snow. 

“I’ll warrant you white-ribbon ladies are trying 
to dispose of some burden.” 

“Not trying, but already have,” said Marion. 

“So you know about it, too, young lady!” he 
responded. 

“I believe the burden is no secret to Mr. Hurst,” 
said Mrs. Bon. 

“No, I rather think not, for Amos has no secrets 
now, since a certain young lady’s confessional,” 
said the doctor. 

“Ah, ha!” said Mrs. Snow, half guessing at the 
hint, “I hope we shall not be without a rector.” 

“Do not be alarmed, Mrs. Snow, you may have 
new possessions,” said Mr. Hurst. 

“And a rectoress!” added the doctor. 

“Too early for congratulations?” said Mrs. Snow. 

“No,” said Marion, “I have already congratu- 
lated Miss Getsing.” 

“We had thought to formally announce our en- 
gagement and give a reception, but Miss Getsing 
is feeling so ill at ease about her brothers in Cuba 
that we have not done so,” replied Mr. Hurst, not 
at all abashed. 

“Really, Mr. Hurst,” said Mrs. Snow, “I think 
you are a very fortunate man. Miss Getsing is a 
treasure of rare quality — ” 


BOWS OF WHITF RIBBON. 


159 


“Who is paying me such tribute, and for what 
purpose?” and Katherine, appeared in the door- 
Vv'ay. 

“Mrs. Snow, my betrothed bride,” said Mr. 
Hurst. 

For an instant, the color mounted to Katherine’s 
cheek, and a look of defiance shone in her eyes; 
and Mr. Hurst caught the same expression that 
he had once noticed in Adrein’s eyes — just for an 
instant. 

“I congratulate you and wish you every success 
of life!” replied Mrs. Snow. They both bowed in 
response. 

“Peace be around you wherever you are 
May life be to you a bright summer dream! 

And that your hope and all you love, — 

Be unto you all that seem true.” 

repeated Mrs. Bon. 

Mrs. Snow soon bade them “good-day” and went 
her way — homeward — pondering on what she had 
seen and heard. 

Margarita was lost in thought when Katherine 
returned to her. She was beginning to feel the 
soothing influence of kind, loving^ sympathetic 
friends; she was thinking more seriously of Adrein 
than she had hitherto. “For better or for worse,” 
she repeated unconsciously. 

“Miss Getsing, do you mind if I look through 
Adrein’s trunk?” asked Margarita. 


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BOWS OF WHITK RIBBON. 


“Why, certainly not! who has a better right than 
you?” replied Katherine. 

As Margarita raised the lid, she saw the bouciuet 
of flowers tied with crepe, for Bunce had placed 
them in the trunk. 

Katherine explained to her the story as she had 
heard it from Mrs. Bon. 

“It is so strange that we do not hear from him! 
I feel so alarmed, for he was so unfit to take a 
journey,” and Katherine sat down on the floor be- 
side the open trunk, and rested her weary head on 
her hand. 

“Do you think that he is ill somewhere?” asked 
Margarita anxiously. 

“I almost fear so,” replied Katherine. 

“I am so sorry that I could not see him at the 
‘Home,’ ” and Margarita closed the trunk feeling 
that if anything had happened to Adrein, she 
would blame herself. 

Oh ! if she had only the opportunity of righting 
Adrein in his sister’s sight; and she began to feel 
alarmed. What if she might never again see him! 
Like a flash came the memory of the railway wreck 
and her lost child! 

“Oh, Miss Getsing!” she said, “how terrible is 
uncertainty! If I only knew where my little baby 
is!” and Margarita began to cry so hysterically 
that Katherine forgot her own trouble in the effort 
to quiet her. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


6l 


Mrs. Bon, hearing her distress, came up stairs, 
and when she learned the cause she went to the 
doctor and asked for a quieting powder. 

Such scenes were very common occurrences at 
the rectory for several days, and Mr. Hurst re- 
doubled his efforts to find the lost child. He went 
to the scene where the wreck had occurred, and 
asked so many questions that people took him for 
a police officer, or a United States detective. 

Katherine anxiously awaited, with dread, “Shaf- 
ter’s Report” from the Cuban campaign. 


CHAPTER XV. 


SOLDIERS. 


“Oh land of lands! to thee we give 

Our prayers, our hopes, our services free; 


For thee thy sons shall nobly live. 
And at thy need shall die for thee!” 


— Whittier. 



RESIDENT and Mrs. Hosford had come to 


spend the evening at the rectory. They were 


* being right royally entertained in the parlor. 
The doctor was at home and all were trying to 
make the time pass as pleasantly as possible. 

Margarita was down stairs, and how well she 
was looking in a pale blue cashmere wrapper. 

They had been interested in a game of crokinole, 
in which there was a close contest between Doctor 
Bon and President Hosford. The doctor had 
beaten and was overjoyed at his skillful shot. 

“Why, papa, you would make an excellent sharp- 
shooter!” said Marion. 

“Miss Marion, you must wait until the winter 
bonspiel season; and then I shall take all the 
laurels from your papa,” said President Hosford. 


BOWS OF WHITF RIBBON. 163 

“Come, come! Ruthford, you know I came for 
the sole purpose of talking to the people about our 
prospective Southern trip. Now it is time that 
you gentlemen discussed business,” and Mrs. Hos- 
ford laid her hand on the crokinole board. 

“Give me leave at your diamond,. Mrs. Hosford?” 
asked the doctor. Mrs. Hosford quickly removed 
her hand from the board. 

“See how quick she goes off!” — and Doctor Bon 
was shaking with laughter. 

“Louisa, your heart’s desire will not be gratified 
if Doctor Bon beats in another game,” said Presi- 
dent Hosford. 

“Why?” asked the doctor innocently. 

“Because you will die of joy, papa,” said Marion. 

“Exactly so. Miss Marion!” said the president; 
“but. Doctor Bon, I suppose that you have fully 
made up your mind to accompany us?” 

“Where to?” asked the doctor, feigning ignor- 
ance. 

“On our trip South, and East, too, I think.” 

“Oh, I supposed that was settled long ago by 
Mrs. Hosford,” said the doctor laughing; “but, to 
be serious, Hosford, if we can arrange matters sat- 
isfactorily, at home, I shall be delighted to go. 
I, for one, feel as though it were an opportunity of 
a lifetime to see our troops in camp.” 

“So far, good!” said the president, rubbing his 
hands. “What say you, Mr. Hurst?” 


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“Next!” laughed the rector, as he looked at 
Katherine. “I fully agree with Doctor Bon; I 
have intended to visit some camp and do a little 
missionary work.” 

“As it is hard work getting in the army,” re- 
peated Katherine. 

“We ladies are waiting the decision of our su- 
perior officers,” said Mrs. Bon. “May we consider 
the question settled?” 

After some discussion it was fully settled; and 
at a suggestion from Mrs. Hosford, they chose 
President Hosford as president. Miss Marion as 
secretary, and Mr. Hurst as treasurer, who should 
form an executive committee, looking up at an 
early date the manner of travel, routes to be trav- 
eled, camps to be visited — on the whole a ways and 
means committee. 

Margarita had remained silent throughout the 
discussion. 

“A penny for your thoughts, Mrs. Getsing,” said 
Marion. 

“Oh, they are scarcely worth a penny,” replied 
Margarita. 

Katherine knew full well that Margarita was 
thinking of her lost baby; and she might have 
thought Adrein, too — for neither were scarcely 
ever out of Margarita’s mind. 

“Your boy is doing nicely, Margarita,” said Mrs. 
Hosford; “how old is he?” 

“Nearly two months,” was the low reply, and 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 165 

she fondled the babe closer. He had become very 
precious to her. 

“So!” said Mrs. Bon, “how time flies!” 

But Katherine thought, will it never end? — this 
time of waiting. How often have we longed, when 
burdened by hours of suspense, to learn the truth, 
and when the knowledge did come, our hearts cried 
out: O Lord, one more day of rest and peace 
and oblivion! 

After a full understanding about the Southern 
trip. President and Mrs. Hosford bade the people 
at the rectory “Good-night.” 

The inmates of the rectory were sitting in the 
l)reakfast room on the following morning. 

They were preparing for morning devotions; 
Mrs. Bon was carried back to that morning when 
Adrein first sat with them. 

Margarita sat listless. Once again Marion’s 
voice rose clear and high, “Glory be to the Father 
and to the Son and to the Floly Ghost.” Katherine 
heard the newsboy at the door — could she wait 
until the responses were said? She sat near the 
door and without a sound she passed out of the 
room. 

Yes, there were letters — three for herself and 
one for Marion — several for the doctor. 

She examined her own letters, and found one 
from her father, one post-marked “Cuba,” and one. 
she knew by the writing, from Adrein, post-marked 


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CJlickamauga Park, Georgia. She opened and 
read the one from her father: 

“Dear Daughter: 

“I wish you were with me. I feel a presentiment 
of bad news from the front. Where is Adrein? 
Have you heard nothing from him yet? Some one 
of the ‘boys,’ who went from here in Company D, 
wrote home from Chickamauga, that Adrein was 
there in a Minnesota regiment. Aunt Janetta has 
the rheumatism.” 

(Then followed a page of home news, and he 
closed with:) 

“Daughter, come home. 

“Your father, 

“S. Getsing.” 

Katherine folded the letter, and with nervous 
fingers she opened and read the one post-marked 
“Cuba.” She sat down on the piazza steps and 
supported her head against a pillar. Yes, it was 
from her brother Edwin. He wrote: 

“Santiago De Cuba, July lo, 1898. 
“My dear Sister: 

“You may have already learned by way of the 
papers that Isaac is dead; but let us rejoice in the 
fact that he died a noble death, and that we must 
all face the inevitable sometime. 

“I cannot write much, as I received a mauser 
wound in my left arm. I shall come home at the 
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“ Isaac Could Not Find His Gloves.” 


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“Kate, ‘break the news gently’ to father. 

“Where is Ad? I hope he has not been foolish 
enough to enlist. Do not let him come here! 
The heat is terrible! I will try and write again 
before long. I hope to be removed soon. The 
Relief is carrying the wounded out to Fortress 
Monroe, and I expect to be sent there in a few 
days. Perhaps you can meet me there. Did you 
receive our picture taken in full uniform? Isaac 
could not find his gloves. 

“Good-bye, with hopes to meet you soon. 

“Brother Ned Getsing.” 

When Katherine had finished reading the letter, 
oh, how her heart ached! and the tears were fall- 
ing like rain-drops as she thought of the terrible 
war-cloud which seemed to envelop all that was 
dear to her! 

She could see Isaac with his fair locks and 
sparkling black eyes, as he had wheeled away on 
his Eastern trip; little dreaming that he would 
never see home again, and now he is lying dead 
in a foreign land — and poor Ned wounded — and 
Adrein, where was he? and she remembered her 
third letter. 

She was making an effort to read it — the tears 
were blinding her eyes and her thoughts were far 
away — she did not hear Mr. Hurst when he came 
and stood behind her. 


lyo BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

In an instant he was sitting beside her and gently 
taking her hand, he said: “What is it, Kate — bad 
news?” 

She could not trust herself to speak but handed 
him Ned’s letter; he read it carefully through; a 
mist rose to his eyes — he, too, could see the dead 
hero, but not as Katherine saw him. 

He remembered Isaac as a conscientious Christ- 
ian lad, and now he could think of those locks — 
not matted in gore — but crowned with a bright 
crown, of a Christian hero’s reward. 

Katherine was sobbing now, and Mr. Hurst laid 
the letter down and tried to quiet her. 

“Come, Kate,” he said; “be brave — his was a 
noble death! Did you hear from Adrein?” 

“Yes,” she replied; “please read it, I cannot!” 
And he read aloud: 

“Chickamauga, Georgia, July 15, 1898. 
“My dear Sister: 

“You have doubtless learned all by this time. 
Do not think me a mean coward because I went 
away. I intended to have told you all. Kate, you 
would forgive me, if you knew how I have suf- 
fered; but I mean to bring back honor to my 
name; and then, I hope you will overlook the one 
dark blot. 

“But, Katie, if I never come back, take Mar- 
garita and the boy home to father, for my sake. 

“I enlisted in the Twelfth Minnesota. We ex- 
pect to move to Mobile and out to Porto Rico soon. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 17I 

I came across some of the home 'boys’ of the 
Third Wisconsin, they mentioned seeing you at 
Camp Douglas. I well knew your purpose there.” 

(Then followed an account of the loss of his note- 
book. The letter closed with) : “Forgive me, Katie, 
if I die; and if I live to come home, I shall be a 
better man than I have been a boy. I have written 
to father telling him all. I shall write again soon. 

“Yours, 

“Adrein Getsing.” 

“Kate,” said Mr. Hurst, “we must see Adrein 
before he goes to Porto Rico!” 

“Yes,” replied Katherine, “but I must first see 
father.” 

She was quiet now and she longed to be at 
home, and rest her aching head in the old familiar 
places. 

“Yes,” said Mr. Hurst quietly, “and you must 
give me the right to be his son, indeed, at this 
trying time. Do not say me nay, Kate. I have 
waited a long time. I would not take advantage 
of your present situation, only you must see that 
you need me now.” 

“Oh, Amos! truly I do; we all need you; and 
if it will be any recompense for your long and 
patient waiting, for my stubborn spirit to right it- 
self, you shall have your way. What do you wish?” 

Amos Hurst had loved Katherine Getsing with 
a love that had touched his young manhood; had 


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not been transient, but deepened as the years went 

by. 

Was it sympathy that so stirred his heart now? 
Is it not love that plays with all of our better 
feelings? — touching them as the strings of a harp? 
Love’s zephyrs sweep the strings and an answer- 
ing throb of sympathy, confidence, service, and 
prayers respond in unison. 

‘‘What do I wish, Kate?” he repeated. “Hasten 
the day when I may call you my wife, and bear half 
of your present burdens.” 

Katherine smiled through her tears, as she said; 
“You were always generous, Amos! Shall I say 
the tenth of August?” 

“Yes, T think that will do very nicely. We can 
then start with the party South, and we may reach 
Chickamauga before Adrein leaves. I doubt 
whether that regiment will be called into service.” 

“I hope not!” said Katherine. “Father must be 
told immediately.” 

“That will necessitate your home going. I shall 
go with you. I do not ask permission, for you 
need me too much to allow you to go alone.” 

“Yes,” replied Katherine, “I shall rely on you in 
telling father. Margarita and the boy must go 
with me. I had nearly forgotten Marion’s letter.” 

Marion was waiting for an opportune moment 
to interrupt the tete-a-tete. She espied an unopened 
letter that she felt sure must belong to her. 

“Here, Marion,” said Mr. Hurst, “is a letter. I 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


173 


think for you,” and he handed her the morning 
mail. 

“What is it?” asked Mrs. Bon, as she came to the 
door and noted Katherine’s dejected mood. 

“Miss Getsing has received bad news from 
Cuba,” replied Mr. Hurst, as he rose from his seat 
beside Katherine. 

“So!” said Mrs. Bon, all bustling with sympathy. 

But Katherine had * mastered herself and she 
must act now. “Where is Margarita?” she asked. 

“Margarita has just gone up to the boy,” re- 
plied Marion. 

Katherine went upstairs, leaving Mr. Hurst to 
explain to Mrs. Bon, who was all thoughtfulness 
and smiles. 

A telegram must be sent to Mr. Getsing; trunks 
must be packed; and dinner attended to. The 
forenoon soon passed with the hustle and bustle of 
preparation for the hasty departure. 

However, the 2:00 P. M. south-bound passenger 
carried Mr. Hurst, Katherine, and Margarita, with 
the boy, toward the Getsing home, while Mrs. Bon 
and Marion waved farewell to their guests, with 
the thought that they would all soon be fellow- 
passengers, speeding toward the far South. 

Mrs. Bon and Marion, on leaving the depot, 
concluded to spend an hour with Mrs. Hosford at 
the college; but, as they were passing the rectory, 
Doctor Bon came to the door and held up a warn- 
ing hand. 


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“What is it, Beson?” asked Mrs. Bon, as he came 
out to the carriage. 

“Callers, my dear!” and Mrs. Hosford herself 
made her appearance. Mrs. Bon and Marion were 
delighted to have Mrs. Hosford down for the after- 
noon, as there were so many matters to talk over. 

“So they have really decided to have a quiet 
wedding before we start,” said Mrs. Hosford. 

“That is what Mr. Hurst said,” replied Mrs. 
Bon. 

“Won’t that be delightful I” said Marion. “Mam- 
ma, just think, Miss Getsing will soon be Mrs. 
Hurst. How many years he has been true to his 
first love!” and Marion wondered if Mr. Bunce 
would be as loyal as Mr. Hurst had been. 

“I think they are doing a very sensible act,” said 
Mrs. Hosford. “Has she heard from Cuba yet?” 

“Yes, I was very much touched this morning 
when Miss Getsing received the news of her broth- 
er’s death,” replied Mrs. Bon. 

“Indeed, Augusta,” responded Mrs. Hosford, 
with a touch of emotion in her voice. “Oh, how 
my heart aches for those who remain at home and 
lose their friends in war.” 

“It has often been said that ‘The women of the 
sixties suffered more than did the men,’ and I 
believe it, too.” 

“Just think of Miss Getsing’s father,” said 
Marion. “What would papa do? if it were I who 
were dead?” 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


175 


Doctor Bon, who had been a silent listener to 
the latter part of the conversation, was standing 
near his daughter; placing his hand under Mar- 
ion’s chin, he turned her face toward him, and 
looked fondly into her eyes, “the soul’s windows.’’ 

“Marion,” he said, “I could see you in death as 
Mr. Getsing sees his noble son, and suffer far less 
than to see you, as we see Margarita.” 

“Papa!” said Marion with a tone of reproach. 

“No, darling, not that; I never doubt you. May 
I see your letter, please?” 

“Certainly, papa,” and Marion looked inquiring- 
ly at her mamma. 

“It is on my dresser,” said Mrs. Bon; “I will 
get it.” 

Doctor Bon was not a tyrannical parent; but he 
had seen so many blighting results from the low- 
ness in morals, caused by parental indifference, 
that he wished to shield his daughter in every pos- 
sible manner; he wished to satisfy himself, fully, 
that Cadiz Bunce was worthy of even the corres- 
pondence of his daughter — his darling child. 

“Read it aloud, papa,” said Marion, as Mrs. Bon 
handed him the letter. 

“Perhaps Mrs. Hosford would like to hear.” 

“Who is it from, Marion?” asked Mrs. Hosford. 

“Mr. Bunce,” replied Mrs. Bon. 


176 BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

“Oh, yes, indeed!” 

The doctor read: 

“Charleston, S. C., July 10, 1898. 
“Dear Miss Marion: 

“The Third leaves to-day for Porto Rico. We 
have passed a fairly pleasant time at Chickamauga 
Park, but were all glad when the order came, ‘To 
move on to Charleston, to ship for the front.’ 

“I have often read of this fine old historic town; 
but never thought to see it under present circum- 
stances. 

“McGuire and I have been out sight-seeing, and 
we stood under the eaves of St. Michael’s church 
and listened to the chime of the bells. How they 
remind one of the old colonial days. How many 
different generations of soldiers have listened to 
their chime, as we ‘boys’ listened to-day. 

“McGuire was inspired to write a poem. They 
reminded me of a song you once sang for me: 
‘Chime again, chime again, beautiful bells’ — do 
you remember it? 

“I could write much more, but for lack of time 
must say adieu. 

“Hoping to hear from you soon, I remain, 
“Yours faithfully, 

“Cadiz Bunce.” 

“Shall I read the postscript?” said the doctor 
teasingly, but he did not, for the bell rang and 
callers were announced. 


CHAPTER XVI. 


KINDRED. 

“They grew in beauty side by side, 

They filled one home with glee, — 

Their graves are severed far and wide, 

By mount and stream, and sea. 

“One sleeps where Southern vines are dressed 
Above the noble slain; 

He wrapped his colors round his breast 
On a blood-red field of Spain.” 

— Hemans. 

B etter order the carriage, Smith.” 

“H’m, Janetta, the train isn’t due for a 
full half hour, and it only takes Marvin fif- 
teen minutes to make the drive.” 

‘‘Yes, yes, brother, but — ” 

“ ‘But,’ what? Janetta, you never knew me to be 
late, did you?” 

“No — but, was that the whistle?” 

“H’m, it was the blue-bird calling the cat-bird (?) 

— but I reckon Marvin had better go,” and Colonel 

Getsing took his hat and walked out toward the 

stables in quest of Marvin, the errand boy. 

Aunt Janetta was hulling strawberries. 

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“better order the carriage, smith.” 

“There,” she said, “that is the last of this sea- 
son.'’ 

She bustled about the kitchen to see if every- 
thing was in order; and into tlie dining-room to 
see if Sara had polished the silver properly; into 
the sitting room and on to the library to note if 
Sara had properly placed the last magazines. 

She emptied the contents of the rose-bowl; then 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 179 

going out at a side door she gathered some lDeau- 
tiful roses and refilled the bowl. 

“Dear Aunt Janetta, how could we keep house 
without her!” was the sentiment of the Getsing 
household. 

She heard the carriage wheels on the gravel 
drive, and hurrying to the front door she was out 
on the piazza to meet Katherine, to welcome Mar- 
garita and her boy. 

Dear Aunt Janetta, Margarita never forgot her, 
as she appeared that afternoon. 

The Getsing home was a beautiful red brick 
residence, not “stately halls and ivied towers,” but 
a home-like, purely American residence; “well- 
lighted, well heated, and well ventilated!” as Kath- 
erine often remarked. 

The grounds were not spacious ; they lay neither 
in the heart of the city, nor the suburbs, but in the 
middlings. The house itself was in the form of a 
T, with the cross forming the back. The angles 
on either side were filled with beautiful flowers; on 
one side were holly-hocks, stalks and bulbs; on 
the other, roses, pansies, and geraniums. 

On the front was a broad piazza, opening on a 
beautiful lawm, always well kept. 

As Margarita first saw Aunt Janetta that July 
morning, she seemed to be an aerial picture framed 
in the beautiful tints of nature’s rare floral offer- 
ings. 


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She wore a pretty gray gown with a white ker- 
chief crossed in Martha Washington style, which 
was so becoming to her. Her hair was wavy and 
abundant, although threads of gray alternated with 
its once glossy blackness; from her dark eyes 
beamed sympathy and tenderness. Her gracious 
manner was a charm felt by all who claimed her 
friendship. To Margarita’s mind she brought 
Adrein’s face; and the tears began to chase each 
other down her cheeks, before Mr. Hurst had lifted 
her from the carriage. 

Aunt Janetta was all smiles for Katherine, who 
hesitated before presenting Margarita. 

“We have received Adrein’s letter,” said Aunt 
Janetta, “and this is his wife?” 

Katherine was, oh, s6 thankful that Adrein had 
written everything. 

“Margarita,” she said, “this is Aunt Janetta; 
vou have heard Adrein speak of her, have you 
iiot?” 

Margarita was trying to conceal her tears in 
fondling the baby, but Aunt Janetta saw them, and 
loved her none the less. She was offering to re- 
lieve Margarita of the boy, when Katherine said: 
“Aunt Janetta, do you remember Mr. Hurst?” 

“Truly, Katherine, thou dost bring many sur- 
prises! Art thou Amos Hurst?” and she gave him 
her hand. 

“Yes, Aunt Janetta,” he replied. “I scarcely 
believed that yon had forgotten me.” 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


8l 


“Thou dost remember me? Thou hast much 
else to think about. But come, Katie, our people 
must be tired and hungry.” 

Aunt Janetta very rarely spoke the Quaker 
tongue; occasionally, when much surprised or 
pleased, she used her childhood dialect; although 
she had never dropped the Quaker dress. 

“Yes, we are all hungry, and tired, too,” said 
Katherine. 

“Come, Margarita, with me! Amos you may — ” 
but Mr. Hurst had already gone with Marvin. 

Margarita followed Katherine and Aunt Janetta 
into the hall, up the stairs, and was ushered into 
a pretty room, known as the “guest room.” 

“Make yourself at home, Margarita,” said Kath- 
erine, and, throwing aside her own hat and gloves, 
she left Aunt Janetta to look after the boy, while 
she went down to her father. 

On her way downstairs, she paused at Ned’s 
room, which he had shared with Isaac, only an 
instant — she could not trust herself longer— she 
hurried on. 

Her father was standing in the door that opened 
from the hall into the sitting-room. 

A man of commanding figure with keen blue 
eyes. Colonel Smith Getsing had served his coun- 
try in the sixties, and was still a hale man at sev-* 
enty. He had been a cadet at West Point, and he 
had ever cherished the fond hope that one of his 
sons would follow in his father’s line. 


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But when he learned that his all had responded 
to the country's call, then the paternal feelings 
were strained beyond the patriotic. 

"Father!” said Katherine. 

"Why, daughter, it does seem good to see you 
again,*’ and he laid his hand affectionately on her 
sEhoulder. 

"Father, when did you gdt Adrein’s letter?" 
asked Katherine. 

"This morning, a short time before your de- 
spatch came — and what is this he writes, Kate; 
is it true that he is married?” 

‘‘Yes, father, I fear we must make the most of a 
bad matter. I have brought his wife and boy home 
with me.” 

"H’m, ‘What cannot be cured must be endured,’ 
I suppose is the theory. What is this, too, Kate, 
which he writes about twin children — and one 
lost?” and Colonel Getsing took Adrein’s letter 
from his pocket. 

Katherine explained to him the wreck, and Mar- 
garita’s lost baby. 

"F[’m, it must be found!” he said, with deep 
interest. "Twins in the Getsing family are a rare 
treat; we must find this boy. Both boys, did you 
* say?” 

"Father,” said Katherine, "have you heard from 
Cuba?” wishing to be through with her task as 
soon as possible. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 183 

“No, daughter, is there bad news?” scrutinizing 
her face closely. Katherine felt her courage ebbing 
and was relieved to see Mr. Hurst enter the loom. 

“You have met my father, Mr. Hurst?” said 
Katherine inquiringly. 

“Oh, yes, we have been renewing old acquaint- 
anceship out stableway,” interrupted Colonel Get- 
sing; “but what is it from Cuba?” 

Katherine could control herself no longer and 
she sat down and buried her face in her hands. 

Colonel Getsing’s lips trembled; he bowed his 
head. 

“Who is it, Mr. Hurst; Ned or Isaac?” he 
asked. 

“Isaac has gone, sir, to receive a hero’s crown, 
and Ned is wounded,” gently replied the rector. 

For several moments the old veteran’s form 
shook; his bosom heaved; then he murmured, 
"My poor boy!” His tears were falling on the 
carpet. 

Mr. Hurst placed a chair for him. He sat down 
mechanically and folded his arms;; with bowed 
head he was in a deep reverie ; he saw his fair- 
haired boy at play around his knee. He saw him 
in his first boy’s suit; — he saw him as he began 
school; — he saw him as he delivered his graduat- 
ing oration. 

He saw him as he wheeled away on his Eastern 
trip. 


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He saw him as he had seen many noble lads 
oh the field of battle; — in the thickest of the fight — 
did he hear the bullet as it struck home? He sees 
his locks, fair locks, all matted in gore; his eyes 
ghastly, his form rigid, — draw a veil on the scene. 

Now, he sees him “robed in white, and crowned 
in brightness;” he sees that sainted mother as she 
welcomes her boy. Heaven is no longer lonely to 
her. 

Yes, he can spare her one, but Isaac was their 
darling, — their oldest child. 

He sighs, — and then he looks straight at Kath- 
erine, who is calmer now. 

“Ned will soon be at Fortress Monroe, and I 
think som.e one should meet him there,” she replied 
in answer to his gaze. 

“Yes, daughter,” he said fully awakened from 
his reverie. “I will go to Fortress Monroe! Will 
you go with me?” 

Katherine looked at the rector and hesitated 
about answering. 

“Colonel Getsing,” said Mr. Hurst, “Kate and 
I have planned to go to Adrein, if you do not 
object.” 

The old veteran straightened himself, looked 
Amos Hurst full in the eyes, — no, he could not 
mistake his meaning; then turning to Katherine, 
who sat with bowed head, he said, “Amos Hurst, 
take her. I think you have waited long enough 
without any objections from me. But where is 


BOWS OF WHITF RIBBON. 185 

Adrein’s wife? Did you say that you brought her 
liome with you, daughter?” 

“Margarita is up stairs with the boy; and father, 
we had better have tea now, as we are all so 
hungry.” 

Sara was waiting and when she heard Katherine 
make that statement, she announced: “Dinner!” 

Katherine went for Margarita; she found her 
looking happier than she had ever seen her look. 

“Margarita,” said Katherine, “do you wish to 
go down to tea to-day?” 

“I am afraid the boy will bother, will you please 
excuse me?” replied Margarita. 

“Oh, certainly! I will send your tea up direct- 
ly,” and Katherine hastened down stairs. 

Margarita was left alone; how strange she felt; 
she was here in a strange home and with a people 
she had known but little of, — and yet they were her 
all, and she was one of them. How her life w^as 
in their keeping for joy or for sorrow! Somehow 
she felt more at peace and less depressed than she 
had for months. She gazed out of the window and 
wondered if her lost baby would ever be found. The 
boy’s cry brought her to the bed. For a moment 
she stood looking down at the little innocent face; 
— as the features again straightened into repose, 
she took from the bed her black satin hand-bag, 
and drew forth a little leathern case. 

Touching a spring the cover flew up so suddenly 
that she quickly laid her hand on the open top, lest 
the contents should be blown away. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


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Carefully raising her hand she looked within. 
Yes, they were all there, — seven little rolls of yellow 
parchment. 

“Some day,’’ said Margarita, aloud, “for baby’s 
sake, I will learn to read these. Papa, dear papa, 
how you treasured this,” and she closed the little 
case with a snap and replaced it in her hand- 
bag. 

This little keepsake and treasure was all that 
Margarita had taken when she had left her own 
home, never to return. 

Downstairs Katherine was telling her father that 
he must order a buggy for the boy; — and Aunt 
Janetta was asking Mr. Hurst if he thought the 
war would be one of long duration, and when could 
they start to meet Ned? 

“Kate,” said Mr. Hurst, “we shall be obliged to 
hasten ‘the day,’ ” 

“Yes,” said Katherine; she had been listening to 
the latter part of their conversation. And so it 
was decided that if all could be arranged, the 
following week should see them on the way. 

“Amos, that will call you back to St. John’s 
directly, will it not?” said Katherine. 

“I think I shall be obliged to return this even- 
ing,” he replied. 

“Father,” said Katherine, “Margarita is com- 
ing,” and Colonel Getsing “right-about-faced” to 
meet his daughter-in-law. 

He was much surprised when he saw before him 


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Margarita, with such lines of care and suffering on 
lier face, for one so young. 

Margarita was touched by his gallantry as he 
took her hand and bowing low said: '‘For Adrein’s 
sake, I welcome you.” 

Aunt Janetta was a few steps behind with the 
boy. 

“Brother,” she said, “dost thou take thine only 
grandchild?” and she placed the boy in Colonel 
Getsing’s arms. Margarita was thinking of the 
lost babe, and scarcely heard his murmured bless- 
ings on the child. 

“Has he never been named?” asked the Colonel. 

“No,” said Margarita, “I have been waiting to 
find his brother.” 

The colonel stood gazing thoughtfully into the 
baby’s eyes, which so reminded him of Adrein. 
“I believe the child will be found,” he said; “he 
must be.” 

“And you really think he will be found?” asked 
Margarita eagerly, her face lighting up and her 
eyes sparkling with animated hope. 

“Do you remember nothing of your fellow pas- 
sengers when the child was lost?” asked Aunt 
Janetta. 

Margarita thought a moment. “I remember 
one man, who sat just across the aisle. He and 
his companion were discussing a new colony, 
which had been formed somewhere for children; I 


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was just becoming interested in the conversation 
when the collision came.” 

“What is that, Margarita?” said Mr. Hurst, 
catching the last part of the remark — he and Kath- 
erine had much to talk about and they had been 
improving the time. 

“I was just telling Aunt Janetta of a fellow pas- 
senger who was aboard the wrecked train,” re- 
plied Margarita. 

“And he was talking of a colony for children,” 
added the colonel. 

“Why, perhaps, he took the child!” said Aunt 
Janetta. 

“Do you think he could have been a representa- 
tive of the ‘Shalam Colony,' Amos?” said Kath- 
erine. 

“Let’s see; the colony Mrs. Hosford was talk- 
ing about?” he said thoughtfully. 

“Yes.” 

“ ‘Shalam, Shalam,’ ” repeated Margarita; “yes, 
that is the name, I am quite sure!” 

“Where is that colony, Kate?” asked Aunt 
Janetta. 

“In New Mexico,” said Katherine, trying to re- 
call what she had read about “Shalam Colony.” 

“Oh! do you think my baby could have been 
taken there?” asked Margarita excitedly. 

“Your babe shall be found!” said Colonel Get- 
sing. 


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His words and tone quieted Margarita; they 
were so fully satisfying and hopeful that she could 
not doubt his words. 

“Twins in the Getsing family are rare. We must 
find the other boy!” he added emphatically. 

Mr. Hurst was more hopeful of finding the lost 
child, as he felt that he had a clue at last. 

“Mrs. Hosford is soon to visit this colony,” said 
Katherine, thoughtfully. 

“She will find the child there!” said Aunt Jan- 
etta, with a tone of certainty. 

“If we do, we shall owe much to Aunt Janetta 
as usual,” said Katherine. 

“Yes,” said Margarita, “for she was the first to 
remind me of that man.” 

“Should you know him if you saw him?” asked 
the colonel. 

“I do not know that I should, but I remember 
his companion perfectly. I believe that he was a 
photographer, by his talk; and now that I think 
of it, he carried a kodak or camera of some sort.” 

“H’m, you have friends who know of this colony 
and are soon to visit it?” said the colonel, turning 
to Mr. Hurst. 

“Yes, Mrs. Hosford expects to visit ‘Shalam Col- 
ony,’ does she not, Kate?” 

“That is what she said,” replied Katherine. 

“We must leave no stone unturned,” replied 
Colonel Getsing, “and if this lady does not go to 
‘Shalam Colony,’ we must.” 


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“If the child is there, it can be traced by that 
shawl,” said Katherine, trying to recall the descrip- 
tion, which Mrs. Bon had given her. 

Margarita felt so hopeful; how she longed to be 
speeding southward toward the baby — and Ad- 
rein. 

A few preparations were necessary. Mr. Hurst 
felt sure that the Bons and Hosfords would be 
ready by the following week; there would be a 
quiet wedding in the Getsing home, and with that 
assurance, Amos Hurst returned to St. John’s rec- 
tory full of thankfulness that his days of loneliness 
would soon be over. 

After Mr. Hurst had bidden the Getsings “Good- 
bye,” the colonel and Katherine held a long con- 
sultation, and it was fully decided that immediately 
after Katherine’s marriage the rectory party should 
go to Chickamauga Park, and if all went well would 
join Colonel Getsing and Aunt Janetta at Fortress 
Monroe Hospital. 


CHAPTER XVTI. 


REUNITED. 

“Sing the bridal of nations! with chorals of love, 

Sing out the war-vulture and sing in the dove, 

Till the hearts of all peoples keep time in accord, 

And the voice of the world is the voice of the Lord! 
Clasp hands of the nations 
In strong gratulations; 

The dark night has ended and dawn has begun; 

Rise, hope of the ages, arise like the sun. 

All speech flow to music, all hearts beat as one.” 

— Whittier. 

I N CHICKAMAUGA PARK, before the Span- 
ish-American war, was a national cemetery, 
made memorable by the loss of about thirty-five 
thousand brave men. This great battlefield became 
a national park when the United States was first 
remembering to decorate the graves of her dead 
heroes. Here, side by side, on Decoration Day, 
marched the blue and the gray to pay tribute to the 
memory of Federal and Confederate alike. Here 
tlie North and the South clasped hands, at least 
once a year. Here in the very shadows of those 


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mounds that represent the Nation’s dead heroes, 
was selected the site for Camp Thomas, the mobili- 
zation for the northwestern troops, enlisted to 
“Remember the Maine.” 

Surely there could be no more fitting ground for 
North and South to bury forever all sectional dif- 
ferences, and join hands and “Rally ’round the 
flag” for one common cause, “Humanity, justice 
and the freedom of Cuba.” 

Here it was that this famous battlefield first writ 
with blood on her soil, and later chiseled in stone, 
marble and iron, the names of Sheridan, Wilder, 
Manigault, Granger, Thomas and Foster. Here it 
was that the city of heroic dead became a living 
breathing city of equally brave men in the few short 
weeks, of May and June, of eighteen hundred and 
ninety-eight. 

Companies came, were drilled and pushed on to 
the front. A large number of the troops from 
this camp were sent to Porto Rico; but enough 
remained to make Camp Thomas a busy, active 
city, in which the July sun was sending down show- 
ers of tropical sunshine, and everywhere the pass- 
ing breezes were laden with white sand-dust. 

The bugle is sounding; a soldier-boy of the 
Twelfth Minnesota slings a United States mail-bag 
over his shoulder, goes to the front of his tent; 
mounts his bicycle, and rides away to Battle Field 
Station ; thus equipped Adrein Getsing is at home. 


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for post duties are old, familiar landmarks with 
him. Many times, during the summer vacation, 
has he relieved his father. Colonel Getsing, in his 
work as postmaster. Yes, he can see his father this 
morning; with head well up, he can hear him say: 
“Rena, boy, come, go with me to the post-office,” 
while Kate and Aunt Janetta wave a “good-bye.” 

Adrein suppresses a sigh, like a true soldier. 
He closes his teeth tightly, and thinks — if lie could 
only have gone to the front. But he is wheeling 
faster now, to wear out his disappointment; and a 
faint hope is within him that he may yet see Porto 
Rico — if in no other capacity he will go as post- 
office clerk. Yes, he has already sent in an applica- 
tion to serve in the call for “experienced post- 
office clerks,” which the country is so much in need 
of. He hopes soon to be relieved from duty in the 
Twelfth, at Camp Thomas, and then — off for Porto 
Rico and join the “boys” of Company D. 

He reaches the station; the mail bag is filled; 
he wheels back to the quarters occupied by the 
first sergeant, the acting post-master for the regi- 
ment. The contents of the bag is emptied out. 
AMrein finds three letters for himself. He sees one 
is his own writing, directed to Margarita and re- 
turned — “Unopened.” 

What can it mean? Is she no longer at the 
“Home?” 

One from Cuba, from brother Ned, and for- 


\ 


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warded from the college office. One from Kath- 
erine which he opens and hastily reads: 

“W , Aug. 3, 1898. 

“Dear Rena: 

“Your letter received; can you think that I 
would not forgive? I, who err so many times. 
No, my dear brother, this is no time to be unfor- 
giving. Your wife and boy are here, at home, with 
father and me. And now, Rena, I shall greatly 
surprise you by telling you that I shall soon be 
Mrs. Amos Hurst, and that we hope to be at Camp 
Thomas by the tenth of August. Hoping to meet 
with my dear brother soon, I am yours, 

“Katherine Getsing.” 

Adrein thinks a moment: the first of August — 
it is tlie ninth of August; yes, the “Investigating 
Board” have gone the rounds and even the first 
sergeant's quarters are a trifle cleaner, thanks to a 
few suggestions from General Sanger. Well, he 
has yet to see Kate; then he can realize the situa- 
tion of his sister being here in camp, and as Mrs. 
Hurst. 

But what is Ned’s letter? His work as post- 
office clerk is done for the day. He mounts his 
wdieel and rides to his tent. His day’s tasks are 
finished; he finds his comrade wdth blanket out- 
spread, reclining on his pile of straw, leisurely 
reading. He is a tall, good-natured looking fel- 
low, with a black moustache that droops, but only 


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partly conceals the curved lips. He is thoroughly 
interested in his paper, so thinks Adrein, but he is 
not reading, he is rather in day-dream-land. 

Adrein spreads his own blanket before his com- 
rade seems aware of his return to the tent; sud- 
denly starting up he exclaimed: “Hallo, Ad! want 



“I HAVE A I^FTTER FROM CUBA.” 


a magazine?” and he handed him one of Scribner's. 
“Nice pictures, these.” 

“Yes,” said Adrein; “there are some fine cuts of 
our troops,” looking the magazine through. 

“I say, Ad, you ever interested in kodak views?” 
“Well, not particularly. Have you some good 
ones?” 

“Considerably so! Like to see some?” 

“Yes, but I have a letter to read from Cuba.” 


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196 ' 

“ ‘From Cuba?’ Can’t you read it aloud? Your 
brother there, eh?” 

But Adrein was fast devouring the contents of 
his letter from Ned, telling of Isaac’s death; he 
finished reading it ; sat listless, and was only awak- 
ened from his reverie when his comrade said: 
“Bad news?” 

“Yes,” was the mechanical reply. Adrein had 
never placed much confidence in his comrade of 
the tent, although he was a lively companion, but 
too often he visited the “Army Canteen,” and even 
as he asked, “Bad news?” he pulled from his 
pocket a whisky-flask and took a drink. 

“Have a drink, Ad?” he said, ofhering the flask 
to Adrein. 

“No,” was the reply, and Adrein’s look of disgust 
was not concealed. Too well he knew what would 
follow — he knew that his quiet hour for reading 
would soon end. 

“Booth,” he said, addressing his comrade; “I 
know it’s useless to remonstrate, but I wish you 
would throw the contents of that flask away! You 
know, your own self, that that flask has been your 
drawback.” He was interrupted by his companion 
who was already beginning to feel the effects of 
his “drinks.” 

“Yes, Ad, you are right, but can’t help her now,” 
drawled Booth, pausing to take another drink. 

“If I die in this battle — Ad — you may have — my 
— kodak and views. Your eyes — look like — ” Be- 


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coming too “tipsy” to further control himself, he 
arose and began pulling up his bed. 

The more Adrein remonstrated the worse Booth 
became. Evening after evening Adrein had wit- 
nessed just such trying scenes. He had gone to 
the commanding officer and reported Booth — no 
use. The captain made no effort to abolish the 
‘'regimental canteen” and officers themselves car- 
ried and freely used the flask. How, then, could 
Private Booth be reprimanded? 

It was nearly midnight before the tent occupied 
by Getsing and Booth was quiet. At last Adrein 
rolled himself in his blanket and was soon fast 
asleep, dreaming that Margarita was bending 
over him, and little hands — soft baby hands — were 
caressing his face. 

He was roused from his slumbers by the sentinel 
on guard. 

“Getsing! Getsing!” 

“Hello, what’s wanted?” he answered. 

“You’re wanted at headquarters,” was the reply. 

“What’s up?” said Adrein, thoroughly awakened. 

“Dun’ know ; them’s orders — 'call Getsing,’ ” — 
replied the sentinel. 

“A telephone call from your friends at Chatta- 
nooga,” said a colored boy, who had been sent to 
Adrein’s tent with the message. 

“Oh!” said Adrein, throwing the boy a coin. 

As he wheeled away to headquarters, leaving 
his comrade still sleeping off the effects of the 


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night’s “drinks,” the first dawn of day was appar- 
ent; the birds were up and trilling their morning 
roundelay. 

Reaching the officers’ headquarters, he was told 
that a telephone call came from his friends, who 
wished to meet him at “Soldiers’ Rest,” in Chat- 
tanooga, as quickly as possible. 

Obtaining the requisite permission for “Leave 
of absence from duty,” he wheeled away. 

The distance from Camp Thomas to Chatta- 
nooga was soon covered, for Adrein was an ex- 
perienced cyclist, and the twelve miles’ ride was a 
fine morning exercise. His dream kept coming to 
his mind, but he said, “Bosh!” as he thought of 
the many miles of distance that he felt so sure lay 
between him and Margarita. 

“Soldiers’ Rest” v;as no strange place to Adrein ; 
often he had visited the pleasant rooms, and talked 
with the ladies who wore the bow of white-ribbon; 
and he had learned to fully understand the mean- 
ing of “Loyal Legion” and “White Cross.” Yes, 
he had even fought the “common enemy at home,” 
the “Army Canteen.” 

He was considerably heated with his rapid 
vffieeling over the hilly roads when he reached 
“Soldiers’ Rest.” He dismounted his wheel and 
was wiping the perspiration from his face when a 
familiar voice greeted him. 

“Mr. Getsing, glad to see you, my boy!” 


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Adrein could scarcely believe his eyes, as Presi- 
dent Hosford reached out his hand. 

The president enjoyed the surprise, and was truly 
pleased to meet one of his favorite pupils. 

“Well, rny boy, you gave us up, but Sve follow 
after!’ ” 

This speech brought Adrein to a full realization 
of the situation, and, as he gave the president’s 
liand a hearty shake, he said: “Guess you got me 
dar. President; Pm powerful glad to see you. I 
dun reckon you’d care for dis yeah chile,” adopt- 
ing the dialect of Dixie. 

“You are doing nicely, Getsing; if you keep on 
your color will agree with your speech,” replied the 
president. “But come, the people await you at the 
hotel.” And President Hosford led the way, Ad- 
rein following him with his wheel, which he gave in 
charge to the hotel clerk. 

Ascending the stairs President Hosford simply 
said: “In there,” pointing out the door — and 
passed on to his own room. 

Katherine and Mr. Hurst were sitting in a pri- 
vate sitting-room. Adrein entered the room. In 
an instant Katherine was by him; she was holding 
his hand, she was looking into his eyes; eyes that 
were tender and tear-bedimmed now. 

“Oh, Rena! I do see you alive; I have been so 
afraid! My poor Rena!” 

“Katie!” was all he could say as he choked down 
a sob. 


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“Rena!” she said as she still held his hand, “this 
is my husband.” 

Mr. Hurst held out his hand, but- Adrein was 
loath to loose his sister’s clasp, and Mr. Hurst 
laid the proffered hand on his new kinsman’s arm, 
as he said: “Adrein, I am glad for your sake, for 
your father’s sake, for Kate’s sake, for — ” He 
paused; and Adrein, who had not pledged himself 
in vain, added: “For Margarita’s sake.” 

“Yes,” said Mr. Hurst; “and your boy’s sake, 
that we see you once again and Providence bless- 
ing you with such good health.” 

“Rena,” said Katherine, “we have a surprise for 
you.” 

“What!” said Adrein; “Margarita not here?” 

“Yes, Adrein, I have brought both her and the 
boy; it is much better that you see her,” said 
Katherine in a firm but gentle tone. 

“Yes, Kate, she is my wife, and I love her. Had 
she been less obstinate in seeing me since our mar- 
riage, I should possibly never have learned her true 
value. But why was my letter returned?” 

“She never received it. She has been with us at 
the rectory,” replied Mr. Hurst, feeling better 
pleased with Adrein for the open confession. 

“Adrein, you are showing yourself a noble man, 
and a true soldier, and I believe that Margarita is 
worthy of you,” added Katherine. 

“Do you like her, Kate?” asked Adrein, with a 
pleased boyish tone that reminded Katherine of 
olden days. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


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“Yes, most assuredly; and the boy has grown 
so; father was loath to part with him, and he quite 
won Aunt Janetta.” 

“Where are they?” asked Adrein. 

“Gone to Fortress Monroe to meet Ned. We 
hope to join them there. But come! you must meet 
Margarita, she is anxious to see you,” and Kath- 
erine left the room. 

Adreiids thoughts flew back to the morning 
when he had last seen Margarita. He stood, once 
again, in the cottage by her bedside — he was re- 
peating: “I take thee, Margarita, for better or for 
worse.” 

Mr. Hurst was thinking of the same scene, but 
Margarita was coming, and Adrein’s pulses were 
beating faster, but with a “manliness of bearing” 
he met his wife. 

Margarita was attired in a pretty blue and white 
gown that well became her. In her soft brown 
tresses Katherine had fastened a cluster of pink 
carnations; and she wore a bunch of the same on 
her right shoulder. 

Katherine had drawn Margarita’s hand through 
her own right arm. 

“Why, Margarita,” she said, “you must not, you 
are really trembling.” 

“Mr. Getsing,” said Margarita, as Adrein took 
her hand; he was touched when he saw how 
changed she was; she was looking so wan and pale 
that he thought she must be ill. 


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‘ MR. GETSING,” SAID MARGARITA. 

“Sit down! Mrs. Getsing,” said Mr. Hurst, em- 
phasizing “Mrs.” and placing a chair for her; he 
was thinking how queerly it would sound for 
Katherine to address him as Mr. Hurst now. 

But Margarita had fainted — Adrein prevented 
lier from falling — they laid her on a couch, and 
Mr. Hurst went to call Doctor Bon. 

When Margarita again opened her eyes, Doctor 



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Bon v/as bending over her and Adrein was bathing 
her head. 

“Do not be frightened, Margarita!” said Ad- 
rein gently, as he kissed his wife for the first time. 

What did he care if Doctor Bon and many 
others were there; he had been learning to be 
true to the stars and stripes, true to his country’s 
needs; and true to his own convictions of right; 
and, now, he had resolved* to be true to Duty — 
loyal to his wife — and care for her as he knew she 
well deserved. 

A quotation from “Hyperion” came so forcibly 
to Katherine’s mind that she repeated it aloud: 

“ ‘Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes 
not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is 
thine. .Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, with- 
out fear and with a manly heart.’ ” 


CHAPTER XVIII. 


TEMPTATIONS. 

'‘What though his erring feet 
Have stumbled in the way, 
And in a thoughtless hour 
He has been led astray; 
The great Creator’s seal 
Upon his brow is set, 

And fallen though he be, 

He is thy brother yet.” 


— Bufford. 



HATTANOOGA! the very name is a latch- 


key that throws wide the memory windows 


of those who lived in the sixties; and many 
there are who grow faint and dizzy at the bare 
mention of this “Field of Culloden.” 

But the “summer of ninety-eight” these blood- 
stains were wiped out — were covered with a man- 
tle that, a kind Providence permitting, may one day 
wipe out a greater stain than the blood of heroic 
men. 

A mantle whose purity of color is symbolic of its 
purpose. Purity everywhere and in everything is 
represented by the tiny bows of white ribbon of 


the W. C. T. U.! 


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BOWS OP WHITK RIBBON. 


205 


At Chattanooga, the loyal ladies of the W. C. T. 
U. established “Soldiers’ Rest,” which proved such 
a blessing to some of our “boys in blue.” And 
many a soldier-boy, who spent his leisure hours 
here — was he not better fitted to serve his country’s 
needs, than he who strayed to the rendezvous of 
the “Army Canteen?” 

Shanyham Booth awoke from his drunken sleep; 
finding Adrein gone, he made up his mind to take 
“Leave of absence from duty,” and have a “bum” 
at Chattanooga. 

He reported at headquarters that he wished 
“Leave of Absence” for the purpose of taking 
views. 

Booth was just stepping off the noon train, when 
Adrein, who was obliged to return to Camp 
Thomas at that hour, saw him. 

“Com.e, Booth! better go back with me to camp! 
You will be the worse off for spending the day 
here,” said Adrein, as he steadied his wheel by the 
handle-bars. 

“Oh, bother!” exclaimed Booth; “Ad, you can- 
not make a temperance man of me!” 

“No, but I wish that I could; wait a minute. I 
will introduce you to some of my friends,” and 
Adrein beckoned to Doctor Bon and President 
Hosford, who were coming down the steps of “Sol- 
diers’ Rest.” They crossed the street and Booth 
was formally introduced. 


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“Mr. Booth is my comrade of the tent, and . an 
artist. I think he can show you many interesting 
views,” explained Adrein. 

“To be sure, gentlemen! I am at your service,” 
and Booth bowed low. 

“Mr. Booth, these gentlemen are strangers in 
Chattanooga; can you not entertain them until 
evening? when I hope to be again relieved,” said 
Adrein; still hoping to keep Booth sober. 

Booth gave Adrein a searching glance and 
smiled as much as to say, “You’ve got it in for me, 
my comrade!” 

Booth could be a jolly companion and enter- 
tainer; he had been a traveler, and was a good 
convej-sationalist. 

Adrein knew if Booth were left to himself that 
day at Chattanooga, evening would see him in 
charge of the “guards,” and sent back to camp in 
disgrace — how could he prevent this? 

President Hosford saw his uneasiness, and tak- 
ing a hint followed Adrein to the opposite side 
of the railway track, as ' he went to mount his 
wheel. 

“What is it, Mr. Getsing?” he asked. 

“President Hosford, that is a good fellow if he 
would let liquor alone! Keep him sober by all 
means, until I return,” said Adrein as he mounted 
his wheel, 

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AFTER DRIEE. 

at the hotel!” said the president, and Adrein 
nodded and rode away. 

‘Mr. Booth,” said President Hosford, “my time 
at Chattanooga is limited; we shall scarcely be 
able to do much sight-seeing at Camp Thomas to- 
day, as our party all need rest. We consider you 
our guest, and shall be under obligations to you 
for a pleasant afternoon,” 

Booth could not refuse, as there had been no 
invitations, but an acceptance for granted, by Pres- 


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ident Hosforcl. Already his lips and month were 
dry and parched, and he was longing for a glass of 
beer; but he was not to have his appetite gratified, 
for the boy who slipped the noose, when President 
Hosford tied the knot, was never Shanyham Booth. 

Giving Doctor Bon a side wink, President Hos- 
ford laid his hand on Booth’s camera and said, 
“Come up to hotel, and let’s see your views.” 

“Yes,” said the doctor, “you may add quite a 
collection by way of 'snap-shots’ at our party.” 

“How many are there in your party, and where 
from?” asked Booth. 

“Come up and see for yourself,” replied Doctor 
Bon. 

Booth looked at his feet; he was not in proper 
dress he thought, and was about to remonstrate, 
when President Hosford said: “Never mind your 
make-up; the ladies will be delighted to see you in 
uniform,” and he hurried Booth into the hotel of- 
fice and on up the stairs to the room occupied by 
the rectory party, as general sitting-room; there 
he knew he would be safe. 

Doctor Bon was beginning to surmise some ob- 
ject in view, in President Hosford keeping so close 
a hold on this fellow. 

Booth was opening his box of views when the 
door opened and Margarita entered; for a moment 
she stood in wonderment looking at Booth — his 
face was so familiar — yet she could not speak his 
name. Where had she met him? She passed her 


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209 


hand across her brow, then hurriedly left the room, 
just as the doctor was about to introduce her; she 
hurried down the passage and entered Katherine’s 
room without rapping. 

“Mr. Hurst! Kate!” said Margarita breathlessly, 
“I have seen that photographer!” 

“Who? or what?” said Mr. Hurst. 

“Why, the one who was aboard the train when 
my baby was lost,” cried Margarita excitedly. 

“Where, Margarita?” asked Katherine, rising so 
hastily that she spilled the contents of a work- 
basket. 

“In the sitting-room with Doctor Bon and Pres- 
ident Hosford!” 

“Are you quite sure? quite sure, Margarita?” 
asked Mr. Hurst, suppressing with an effort his 
surprise and pleasure. 

“Yes, very sure! and he is exhibiting his views.” 

“Do go and see him, Amos!” said Katherine. 

“Shall we come too?” asked Margarita, as Mr. 
Hurst reached the door. 

“As you like!” he called back and hurried on. 

Margarita and Katherine were in the sitting- 
room as quickly as he. 

When President Hosford introduced Mr. Hurst 
to the newly found artist, Mr. Booth wore a puz- 
zled expression for a moment; then turning to his 
box of views, he drew forth ad‘soldiers’ housewife” 
and withdrew a testament from the pocket. It 


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readily opened to a page marked “K. Getsing,” 
"A. Hurst.” 

“Ever see that, Mr. Hurst?” said Booth. 

Katherine recognized the housewife that she had 
made at St. John’s rectory. 

“Yes, Mr. Booth,” replied Mr. Hurst; “I wrote 
that, and here is the lady, my wife now, who made 
your housewife.” 

“Mr. Booth, this lady,” and President Hosford 
waved his hand toward Margarita, “is Mr. Get- 
sing’s wife.” 

“Ladies, Mr. Booth shares the tent with Ad- 
rein;” explained Doctor Bon. 

“Indeed!” said Katherine, as she gave Booth her 
hand; “Do you soldiers find your housewives too 
bungling for the regimental pocket?” 

“No,” said Booth, and he blushed as he thought 
of his “whisky flask,” now concealed in his breast- 
pocket. 

Margarita was interested in everything that he 
did or said; and she came close up to his box of 
views and peered into its contents. ' 

“Please may I look at this?” she said, scarcely 
able to stand, as she drew forth a kodak view of a 
baby. She was obliged to hold on to a chair for 
support, but Katherine was by her, and tenderly 
placing her arm about Margarita’s waist, whis- 
pered, “What is it?” 

“My lost boy!” breathed Margarita, and Kath- 
erine, looking over her shoulder, saw the exact 


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counterpart of the baby which they all loved so 
dearly. 

“Amos!” said Katherine. He was by her side in 
an instant. 

Mr. Booth was so busy explaining and talking 
pictures to President Hosford and Doctor Bon 
that he had not noticed Margarita particularly. 

“Mr. Booth, where did you get this picture? 
Can you tell us about the child?” asked Mr. Hurst. 

“That,” said Booth, looking over the rector’s 
shoulder, “is a picture of my baby.” 

“Yours?” said Margarita querulously. 

“Yes, mine! the only one I ever claimed,” he 
replied. 

“Is it living?” asked Katherine; they were inter- 
rupted by the entrance of Mrs. Bon and Mrs. Hos- 
ford, who were attired in street costumes. 

Margarita paid but little attention to the inter- 
ruption. 

“Is it living?” she asked, repeating Katherine’s 
cpiestion. 

“Yes, I hope so,” said Booth, inclined to be reti- 
cent, and he laid the view back in the box. 

But Margarita was not to be thus easily put of¥, 
and she reached for the baby’s picture. 

“Please may I look at it again?” she asked. 

“Oh, certainly!” he answered, and Booth tried 
to conceal his annoyance, as he took out other 


views. 


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He turned to the doctor and was showing a col- 
lection taken from the Rio Grande canyons. 

“This,” said Booth, “is a unique affair.” 

“What’s that?” asked ‘Doctor Bon. 

“A scene from ‘Shalam Colony’ of the ‘New 
Race’ that is to be;” and Booth handed Doctor 
Bon a large-sized view of a group of children. 

“Oh!” said Mrs. Hosford; but Mr. Hurst catch- 
ing her eye, placed his finger on his lips and mo- 
tioned her to keep silent, and look at the picture 
that Margarita was holding. 

Katherine and Margarita were both anxiously 
biding time to ask more questions, but the rector 
felt that the only way to manage him was by feign- 
ing ignorance; there was, evidently, something 
connected with the picture of the baby that Booth 
wished to conceal. 

“Mrs. Hosford,” said Mrs. Bon, “we can see 
those views another time. Let us go!” and as 
neither lady had seen the picture of the baby, they 
were not particularly interested, and they passed 
out of the room and on to the street. 

They visited “Soldiers’ Rest,” and chatted with 
the ladies of the W. C. T. U. about the work being 
done here and elsewhere for the good of the sol- 
diers. They were given the names of prominent 
women in the W. C. T. U., of Chattanooga. One 
name was familiar to Mrs. Bon. Yes, she was 
positive she had met the lady at a National Con- 
vention. 


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"Let’s try and find her, Augusta,” said Mrs. 
Hosford; "I shall enjoy a walk on the streets of 
Chattanooga.” 

Cnee more they go forth. They are on the street 
in front of the "Soldiers’ Rest,” contemplating 
where they could most profitably spend an hour. 

Across the street they see a depot and a waiting 
passenger train. 

"Will that take us to Camp Thomas?” asked 
Mrs. Hosford of a colored boy, as she pointed to 
the waiting train. 

"Yas, if you get ahead ah!” was the answer. 

"Come, Augusta, let’s steal a march and go 
alone!” 

"Louisa, you are venturesome, but lead the way 
and I will follow,” replied Mrs. Bon. 

The train only took them as far as Battle Field 
Station, but they were in luck, for Adrein was at 
the station for the mail. He procured a conveyance 
of a colored man, after much parley; then piloted 
them over broad fields and through shady groves, 
to the inner-lines of Camp Thomas. 

They drove around the first sergeant’s quarters, 
while the mail was being distributed, after which, 
Adrein was at leisure. 

“Follow me to my tent!” he said, leading the 
way on his wheel. Here they saw men cleaning 
the streets of Camp Thomas; there they caught 
sight of the “boys” seated in rows before the tents, 
washing up after mess; here they saw an open air 


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barber shop. Yonder, they saw the colored troops 
listening to the tactics, preparing for drill. 

“Augusta,” said Mrs. Hosford, ‘‘do look, there 
to your right!” And Mrs. Bon never forgot that 
scene of “life at Camp Thomas,” for it smote the 
“dear lady’s” heart like a brand of fire hurled from 
a three-inch gun. 

A fair-haired boy, with curling locks, was being 
led to the “bar” of the “Canteen Quarters,” of the 
Twelfth Minnesota. 

He was evidently loath to go; but two burly 
companions, one on each side, were forcing him 
along. 

“Shame!” “Coward Billie!” were jeered in mock- 
ing tones. “You’ll never be a soldier until — ” 
and the speaker tipped his flask to his lips. 

“Drink ’er down, down, down,” sang his com- 
panion. 

“You’ll be a brave one to fight the ‘Dons,’ ‘Jim- 
my Jinkins!’” said another. Soon two more were 
around the boy. “Let’s make him treat!” shouted 
one. 

Mrs. Bon had stopped the horse to watch the 
outcome of the drunken brawl. Adrein had gotten 
off from his wheel; he, too, was witnessing the 
scene. 

“Let’s deck his brow with laurels — and — carry 
— him — on our shoulders!” drawled one half-tipsy 
fellow. .They were about to follow out the com- 
mand, when Adrein shouted: 


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“Halt, you cowards!” and mounting he wheeled 
up to the ring. 

Laying his hand on his revolver-, he said in a 
tone of command: “Disperse, or Lll report every 
one of you!” 

Seeing the fire in his eyes they slunk away; and 
catching sight of the waiting vehicle and the la- 
dies, seemed to rouse a spark of dormant man- 
hood; leastwise the four who had been foremost, 
turned and went in an opposite direction from the 
“Canteen Quarters.” 

The fair-haired boy thanked Adrein and went 
his way. 

Everywhere were white tents! 

“Louisa,” said Mrs. Bon solemnly, “these tents 
remind me of the thousands and thousands of 
white-bows of the W. C. T. U. How that one 
scene stains the purity of those tents!” 

“Yes,” said Mrs. Hosford, “but we have a wise 
and good man at our country’s helm and Presi- 
dent McKinley will soon wipe out the ‘Army Can- 
teen.’ ” 

“It is to be hoped so,” replied Mrs. Bon. 

“This way, ladies!” said Adrein, and he dis- 
mounted and leaned his ‘cycle’ against a tent. He 
tied back the fronts as he said, “This is my home!” 

They peered within. 

“Adrein!” said Mrs. Bon excitedly, “where did 
you get that shawl?” and she pointed to a shawl 
thrown over the top of a box, in the tent. 


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“THIS IS MY HOME.” 

“Oh, that,” said Adreiii carelessly, “belongs to 
my comrade of the tent.” 

But Mrs. Bon had given Mrs. Hosford the lines 
and was preparing to dismount; Adrein came to 
her assistance. 

She hurried in the tent; snatched up the shawl, 
unfolded it, turned down the corner — there it was, 
a large pink plaid, barred with red, purple, yellow, 
green, and white, and the initial letter “S” woven 
in deep blue. 

“Found at last!” exclaimed Mrs. Bon. 

“Is it yours, Augusta, sure?” asked Mrs. Hos- 
ford excitedly. 



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‘'Verily, verily, it is the shawl!” she said, as she 
showed them the initial letter that was woven in 
the corner. 

“Who and where is your comrade, Adrein?” she 
asked. 

“Why, I sent him up to you with the doctor 
and President Hosford. I thought to keep him 
sober until night.” 

‘•‘Is he a ‘drinking man?’ ” asked both ladies in 
the same voice. 

‘‘Well, ‘I should say’ he is; but a fine artist,” 
replied Adrein. 

“Come, Augusta, we have ‘one bird in our 
hand,’ ” pointing to the shawl, “ ‘and another one 
in the bush,’ ” said Mrs. Hosford laughingly. 

“You must return to Chattanooga with us, Mr. 
Getsing,” said Mrs. Bon seriously; “that shawl was 
around the lost baby.” 

“What? not Margarita’s?” said- Adrein — “Not 
our boy?” 

“Yes,” said Mrs. Bon, “I think we shall be able 
to learn something further when we meet the man. 
What is his name?” 

“Booth — Shanyham Booth!” 

“And you say he is an artist?” asked Mrs. Bon. 

“Why, yes, Augusta!” said Mrs. Hosford, “don’t 
you remember he was showing his views when we 
left the hotel ; and by-the-way, did you notice how 
cpieerly Mr. Hurst was acting about the picture 
that Margarita was holding?” 


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“Let’s hurry back to Chattanooga; will there 
be a return train soon?” asked Mrs. Bon, looking 
at Adrein. 

“Yes, I believe so. In about half an hour. I 
have no watch,” he replied. 

“So you have not, I remember that you left it 
at the rectory, but Margarita has brought it to 
you. I think, Adrein, she is well worthy of you, 
if you are a soldier-boy,” said Mrs. Bon, as he 
assisted her into the vehicle, with the identified 
shawl. 

“Mrs. Bon,” replied Adrein, with a touch of 
deep feeling in his voice, “it is my most sincere 
desire, with God’s help, to make myself worthy of 
my wife.” 

“I think you were doing nicely just a few mo- 
ments ago, over there,” said Mrs. Hosford, point- 
ing in the direction where the drunken brawl had 
occurred. 

Adrein bowed his thanks, again mounted his 
wheel, and conducted them to headquarters, and 
while he was obtaining the necessary “Leave of 
Absence,” Mrs. Bon and Mrs. Hosford were enter- 
tained by an officer who was at work in a pretty 
little flower garden, that added much to the ap- 
peiri'-^ce of the officers’ quarters. 


CHAPTER XiX. 


CONFESSIONS. 

“I held it truth with him who sings 
Tci one clear harp in divers tones, 

That men ma}'- rise on stepping-stones 
Of their dead selves to higher things.” 

— Tennyson. 

W HEN Mrs. Bon and Mrs.Hosford left Booth 
and his views to the other members of the 
rectory party, Mr. Hurst was rapidly run- 
ning through his mind some scheme, by which to 
catch Booth without awakening his suspicions. 

Catching the doctor’s eye, he gave him a sign; 
then peering into the box of views, he said: ‘‘Mr. 
Booth, have you no picture of railway wrecks? I 
was reading of a recent one that occurred near 
here, with a train-load of soldiers aboard.” 

“Railroad wrecks! railroad!” said Booth; “oh, 
yes! I have some fine scenes. Here is one in 
which I was aboard the wrecked train.” 

“Really!” said the doctor, catching a clue to 
Mr. Hurst’s maneuver; “show it to us by all 
means !” 

One glance at Margarita’s face told the terrible 
pressure she was enduring in silence. 


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“Here it is!” and Booth pulled out a fine kodak 
view of a wrecked train. 

The doctor took the picture and examined it 
closely; he recognized the scene at once. 

In the foreground was a man with an infant in 
his arms. 

“Know any of these parties? Who is this man?” 
said Doctor Bon, as he pointed out the figure in 
the picture. 

“Oh, that,” said Booth evasively, “was a man 
T came across in traveling from Chicago to St. 
Paul.” 

“Let’s take the picture,” said Mr. Hurst. The 
doctor handed it to him. 

Examining it closely, he passed it on to Kath- 
erine. 

Margarita was becoming paler and paler, and 
Katherine, fearing that she might faint, took both 
pictures as she said: “Mr. Booth, we will return 
these to you in a few moments,” and she left the 
room with Margarita. 

Booth showed his chagrin but slightly, and soon 
he was busy chatting with President Hosford, 
which gave Mr. Hurst and Doctor Bon an oppor- 
tunity to follow the ladies. 

They found them in the room occupied by Mar- 
garita. The boy lay on the pillow fast asleep, and 
Margarita was bending over him, while Katherine 
was intently examining the picture of the baby. 

“Exactly!” said the doctor, as he looked over 


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Katherine’s shoulder — then on to the sleeping boy. 

“I am positive that man can tell me where my 
other baby is!” said Margarita. 

“He said it was alive,” replied Katherine. 

“President Hosford won’t let him go, will he?” 
asked Mr. Hurst. 

“Do not fear! there was some understanding be- 
tween him and Adrein, that the man should be 
kept here until he can return from Camp Thomas,” 
replied the doctor. 

“Do you think that Adrein knows about this pic- 
ture, and where the baby is?” asked Margarita. 

“He surely does not, Margarita! or he would 
have told you. Rena would not wish you to suffer 
one moment more, and were it in his power to re- 
lieve your mind, he would surely do so,” said Kath- 
erine. 

In Margarita’s cheeks a pink flush told that she 
was pleased to hear Katherine say, that Adrein was 
alive to her sufferings. 

For some time they sat discussing Mr. Booth 
and his pictures; an hour or more had slipped by; 
the boy was awake now. Doctor Bon suggested 
that Margarita take the baby to the sitting-room, 
and arrange for Booth to take a “snap-shot.” 

“Good!” said the rector, and he went to prepare 
the way. 

“All ready!” he called down the hall to Margar- 
ita; she brought the boy and laid him on a pillow. 


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in as nearly the same position as the child in the 
picture. 

Booth was arranging his camera, when he looked 
for the first time at the child placed on the couch. 

He stopped, straightened himself, and looked in 
a bewildered manner, from one to another. 

“Where did you get that child? Who let you 
have it?” he exclaimed. “I saw it safe in ‘Shalam 
Colony’ not a week ago!” 

“That is my child!” said Margarita, pointing to 
ihe one on the pillow, “and so is the other! Where 
is it? Tell me!” she demanded in an authoritative 
tone. 

-Booth flinched under her gaze; then remember- 
ing that he wore a soldier’s uniform, he said: 
“Madam, are you the mother of twin children — 
this one,” pointing to the babe on the couch, “and 
the original of the picture?” 

“Yes, Mr. Booth, I can furnish the birth certifi- 
cate,” replied Doctor Bon. 

“It will not be necessary!” said Adrein Getsing, 
as he entered the room, followed by Mrs. Hosford 
and Mrs. Bon, who carried the shawl on her arm. 

“The shawl!” cried several voices, at least Kath- 
erine’s and Margarita’s. 

“Come, Booth, do you know anything about our 
lost baby boy?” asked Adrein. 

“Well, well. Ad !” exclaimed Booth, “had I known 
it was yours, Fd — but Fll tell you all about it! 
H’m, h’m!” and Booth cleared his throat. “Let 


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me — ” and he put his hand in his breast pocket, 
and touched his empty flask. 

“No, you don’t, comrade!” said Adrein sternly. 
“You must tell us all about our child, and then 
throw that flask away forever.” 

For a moment Shanyham Booth stood irresolute ; 
he looked at the child on the couch, then at Mar- 
garita, and then at Adrein; and back to the child; 
gradually there came a softened expression to his 
face. 

“Mr. Booth,” said the rector, “ ‘a little child has 
led you’ to the path of Duty. Let Jesus Christ lead 
you on to a purer, stronger manhood, and guide 
your erring feet unto His everlasting kingdom. 
Can you not accept the Savior’s offered pardon?’’ 

And Shanyham Booth, the traveler, the artist, the 
soldier, the drunkard, bravely answered, “I can!” 
and, taking his flask from his pocket, he handed it 
to Margarita, and stood before her with bowed 
head, as though craving her forgiveness. 

Margarita passed the flask to Mr. Hurst, as she 
said: “Pray that this man may be able to resist 
all future temptations!” 

“Now, Mr. Booth, can you tell us of our lost 
child?” said Adrein kindly. 

“Yes, Ad,” replied Booth; “here is the story: 

“I was on my way to St. Paul and there was a 
terrible collision of two passenger trains. The 
first that I remember — the coach in which I was 
riding struck something — I was on my feet — a 


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child, in the next seat across from mine, was cry- 
ing. I took it lip in my arms and left the car, not 
half knowing what I did, for I confess that I had 
been drinking heavily. I don’t know just what T 
did do in the next three or four hours. When I 
did find myself — ” 

“When you were ‘sober,’ you mean!” interrupted 
Adrein. 

“Yes, comrade! when I was ‘sober,’ the man 
from ‘Shalam Colony’ was with me, and he said 
to let him take the child to this ‘Colony for Chil- 
dren.’ I could still claim it by supporting it there, 
and rates were very reasonable. 

“Well, there wasn’t muc’n show for finding its 
parents, and the man convinced me that the child 
would be well cared for and well trained, and so I 
let him take it. I went on to St. Paul, and enlisted 
in the Twelfth Minnesota; and have shared the 
same tent with Mr. Getsing. 

“Ad, you know last week, I got permission to 
leave Camp Thomas for a few days. Well, I went 
down to ‘Shalam Colony,’ saw my baby, and took 
that picture. 

“This is all I can tell you about the ‘lost boy,’ 
except that I can go and get the child.” 

“Better telegraph for some of the workers in the 
Colony to bring it to Chattanooga,” said Mr. 
Hurst. 

“Yes,” said Katherine; “father will pay all ex- 
penses and a reward for its safe return.” 


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225 


One plan after another was discussed for the 
baby’s safe return to Margarita. At last it was 
decided to write the full particulars to Mrs. Hos- 
ford’s brother Will, and ask him to look the child 
up; and, if it were possible, to join the rectory 
party at Chattanooga, and bring the little one with 
him. In the meantime, Booth could telegraph to 
the superintendent of the Colony. 

“How is Marion, Mrs. Bon?” asked Katherine, 
as she finished writing the letter and directed it as 
Mrs. Hosford dictated — “ ‘W. D. Staten, El Paso, 
Texas.’ ” 

“Marion is feeling some better, I think the fever 
is broken,” replied Mrs. Bon. 

“Then we can all enjoy a few days in sight-see- 
ing, can we not, Mrs. Bon?” 

The “dear lady’’ smiled and smoothed the wrin- 
kles from the shawl which she still carried on her 
arm, as she said: “I think Margarita, too, is look- 
ing better than I ever saw her look.” 

Katherine glanced over her shoulder; she saw 
Margarita seated in a low rocker with the boy in 
her arms, while Adrein, in full soldier’s uniform, 
was reaching over her shoulder gently caressing 
those soft baby hands. 

In Margarita’s cheeks the blush pink was telling 
a tale of fond mother love and wifely devotion. 
Katherine brushed a tear that had found its way 
to her cheek. 


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“They will be happy/’ murmured Mrs. Bon. 

“Yes,” said Katherine softly. 

“Who will post this letter?” she asked in a louder 
tone. 

“I will!” and Adrein put on his hat and went 
down on the street. 

“Mr. Booth,” said Mrs. Bon, “do you not feel 
that it is your duty to sign the pledge-card in your 
testament? Think of the many heart-aches you 
have caused in just this one time of your indul- 
gence.” 

Shanyham Booth took the card from the testa- 
ment, and signing it, handed it to Mrs. Bon. 

He returned to Camp Thomas with a firm re- 
solve that he would live up to his pledge, and fight 
an enemy at home that was . causing more heart- 
aches than did the “Maine disaster,” by millions. 

“Kate,” said Adrein, as he returned from post- 
ing the letter, “I have a letter accepting my offer 
to go to Porto Rico as post-office clerk. If I go 
I shall take Margarita with me.” 

“ ‘The Protocol of Peace’ will soon be signed, 
and hostilities will then cease; there will be no 
danger, and I cannot leave her here, now, that I 
have her with me;” and Adrein brushed the mist 
from his eyes, as he thought of the lonely hours he 
had passed as a soldier at Camp Thomas, with the 
memory of those soft baby fingers on his face. 

“But, Rena, what about father? You must see 
him!” replied Katherine. 


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227 


“Oh, I think that we can arrange that; you said 
that you expected to join father at Fortress Mon- 
roe. We can take boat to Porto Rico from there, 
can we not?” 

“A nice plan and one that we shall all enjoy,” 
said Mr. Hurst. 

“I shall be ready to go as soon as the other boy 
comes.” 

“You mean the twin, Mr. Getsing?” interrupted 
Mrs. Hosford, who had crossed the rooili to talk 
with Mrs. Bon, and overheard Adrein's last re- 
mark. 

“Yes, how soon do you think your brother can 
reach us?” 

“How soon^ do you think Will can reach us, 
Ruthford?” asked Mrs. Hosford. 

“In about three days,” replied the president. 

“Plenty of time to visit Camp Thomas, and a 
few interesting sights of Chattanooga, and then 
off for Fortress Monroe and the Army Hospital,” 
said Doctor Bon. 

Margarita heard them not! She was smiling 
now, as she thought how soon her arms would 
enfold that little form; she studied the picture of 
the lost baby. Yes, they were alike; twin baby- 
boys. She softly touched the dear baby’s face as 
he lay sleeping on her knee. 

“Oh, a letter for you. President,” said Adrein, 
as he finished his own letter relating to his appoint- 
ment. 


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“Fortunate!” said President Hosford, “it is from 
Porto Rico, from Lieutenant Colonel Parker.” 

“Oh, read it aloud, Ruthford!” said Mrs. Hos- 
ford. 

And he read: 

“Coamo, Porto Rico, Aug. 3, 1898. 
“President Hosford, 

“Law College, B . 

“Dear Old Friend: True to my promise that I 
would write the first opportunity, I now have a 
few moments of leisure. 

“Here is a brief summary of our route. Two 
regiments, the Second and Third, left Camp 
Thomas July 5; reached Charleston by train 
There the ‘boys’ were marched and marched and 
many of them were overcome with the heat. 

“July 28th we entered harbor at Ponce, escorted 
by two battleships and three cruisers. We met 
with no resistance, and August 7th we started on 
the march through Juan^Di^z. 

“Flosford, Pll tell you what. General Miles is one 
of the finest men I ever met. The campaign has 
been so nicely planned. There have been several 
skirmishes but no hard battles. The Spaniards 
everywhere stand ready to say ‘Come in!’ seem- 
ingly anxious for our government to take pos- 
session. 

“The ‘best thing out’ in the line of war was the 
capture of the place where we now are, Coamo. 


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CAMP I.IFE AP ANNISTON, ALABAMA. 

“Captain Breckenridge and Lieutenant Titus ac- 
companied by Captain Pagent, the British naval 
attache, and four war correspondents. They were 
in the skirmish lines, and riding ahead were a little 
detached from the regular lines, and before they 
were aware of it, their horses were taking them at 
break-neck speed down the streets of Coam.o. The 


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rifle pits were deserted, and here and there flags 
of truce were thrust out. 

“The Alcalde surrendered, and they were forced 
to accept. The Second and Third regiments of 
Wisconsin marched through the streets of Coamo 
directly, with Old Glory in the lead. 

“Ha, ha, ha! Hosford, tell Mrs. Hosford that 
the surrender of this place is ideal warfare in her 
eyes — no loss of life. Boys of the college all in 
good health.” 

“Well,” said President Hosford, as he finished 
reading, “now I am ready for my dinner.” 

“And then we are off for Camp Thomas!” said 
Doctor Bon. 


CHAPTER XX. 


EREDAGE. (HERITAGE.) 

‘‘Passcavase el Rey Moro 
Por la ciudad de Granada, 
Desde las piiertas de Elvira 
Hasta las de Bivarambla. 

Ay de mi Alhama!” 


— Unknown. 



^IIST hangs over Hampton Roads, partly 


concealing the great ocean-steamers tugging 


* • at their anchors in response to ‘‘old ocean,” 

saying to the salt-sea waves: 

Loose the anchor! Loose the anchor! 

To the rudder! up, lads, away! 

O’er the ocean’s billowy foam 
We’ll bear our burden to-day. 

The little party from St. John’s Rectory is at 
the wharf. Colonel Getsing with Aunt Janetta is 
there, and a tall young man dressed in soldier’s 
uniform who carries his arm in a sling, is talking 
to Margarita. They are all trying to peer through 
the mist at an incoming boat. 

Several men elbow their way through the crowds 
of people, gathered at the wharf. “Clear the way! 


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Clear the way!” shouts a policeman as he swings 
his club in the air, right and left, as the men come 
with the stretchers. 

The policeman stops just as he reaches Colonel 
Getsing and Doctor Bon, who were interested in 
the incoming boat. 

“What do you expect, sir?” inquired the doctor. 

“Fever patients from Porto Rico,” was the reply. 

The boat glides up to the pier, and the policeman 
pushes on. Presently two stout fellows are coming 
with a stretcher. The crowds of people instinct- 
ively make way for the sick soldier. 

“Papa,” said Marion, with pale lips, "that was 
Cadiz Bunce,” and her beautiful star-like eyes were 
filled with other than the mists of the sea. 

“Papa, follow him!” she entreated. 

The doctor looked into his daughter's upturned 
face for one moment and then, turning to Adrein 
who stood near him, he said: “Mr. Getsing, I must 
bid you good-bye! Remember in your new home 
that your wife is your very best friend; ever be 
as loyal to her as you are now.” Then raising his 
hat to Margarita, he followed with Marion, the 
men who carried the stretcher. 

A great bell from an out-going steamer is sound- 
ing through the mists. 

“Come, Margarita!” said Adrein, and Margarita 
slips her hand through his arm. She is closely 
followed by two colored girls, each bearing a child 
in her arms. Colonel Getsing is wiping the mist 


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from his eyes as he bids farewell to Adrein. But 
the bell is sounding. The cry, “All aboard for 
Ponce!” and Katherine and Mr. Hurst silently give 
Margarita and Adrein a hand pressure. Katherine 
dare not trust herself to speak or look at Rena, for 
she would lose her self-control, and for his sake 
she wishes to be brave. 

The last farewell has been spoken. Adrein and 
Margarita are aboard the great steamer, bound for 
a new country and new scenes. They are far out 
at sea before they can fully realize the situation. 
Fortunately neither had been overly seasick; but 
this was Margarita’s first appearance “on deck.” 
The twins had been needing all her care. 

Adrein had insisted that she should come “on 
deck” for a short time at least. They were sitting 
in a comTortable corner, the evening was fast ap- 
proaching. The stars were peeping out here and 
there. 

“Adrein,” said Margarita, gazing skyward, “the 
same sky is over all. I never see the stars shine 
out but what I think how many different people 
are watching the same star that I am watching.” 

“Yes,” said Adrein, and he thought of Kate and 
liis father, and the country he was leaving behind, 
and Margarita’s suggestion about the stars com- 
forted him; and he drew a little closer to his wife 
and gently placed his arm around her shoulders. 

They were watching now the great search-lights 


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as they swung far out at sea, lighting up for miles 
the deep and the treasures therein. 

“Adrein,” said Margarita softly, “I wonder what 
the fishes and the inhabitants of the deep believe 
the search-light to be?” 

“Perhaps the mermaids think some far-off world 
is on fire,” said Adrein, and they both laughed at 
the idea. 

They are interrupted by a fine-looking man at- 
tired in Spanish military costume. He addressed 
them in English, but betrayed a slight Spanish 
accent. 

Adrein is attired in the uniform of the United 
States army. He rises and salutes the gentleman, 
as he recognized his rank as Colonel in the Spanish 
army. He has met the gentleman before “on 
deck.” Indeed they have become quite friends. 

“Colonel Gonzales,” said Adrein, “my wife, and, 
by the way, Margarita’s name was Gonzales before 
she took my name.” 

Margarita accepted the proffered hand which the 
colonel extended as he scrutinized her closely. 

“Margarita Gonzales,” he repeated. “Lady, we 
may be kindred!” and Margarita thought of the 
little rolls of parchment. 

He seated himself very near them and where he 
had a full view of Margarita’s face. For a few 
moments he sat silent watching her. 

“Lady,” he said, “I beg your pardon, but who, 
pray you, was your father? His full name I mean.” 


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235 


“My father’s name,” she replied, “Colonel Gon- 
zales, was Fernandez Alonzo Gonzales.” 

“Then,” said the officer rising, “surely we are 
kindred! Fernandez Alonzo Gonzales is my 
brother.” 

“You are from Porto Rico?” inquired Margarita, 
scarcely knowing whether to be pleased or not. 

“Yes, lady, that has been my home for several 
years.” 

Turning to Adrein he answered his questioning 
expression of countenance. 

“I have been to Washington in the interest of 
the ‘Peace Protocol.’ ” 

“Oh!” said Adrein, “has it passed?” 

“Yes,” said the officer with a smile; “and now 
you must excuse me if I monopolize the company 
of your wife.” 

Turning to Margarita, he said: “Tell me about 
your parents. Is your father living?” 

“My parents are both dead,” replied Margarita; 
“papa died nearly three years ago.” 

“One more question to satisfy,” and Colonel 
Gonzales looked down at Margarita, hesitated a 
moment before he asked the question: “Your face 
tells me that you are my kindred, but there should 
be a proof on record. My brother Fernandez was 
older than I ; he carried the family genealogy. Do 
you have that? A leathern-case containing rolls 
of parchment?” 


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“Yes,” said Margarita, “I have the case with 
me.” 

Adrein had risen and was standing beside the 
Spanish officer. 

“Colonel Gonzales,” he said, “will you come be- 
low with us and perhaps we can read, with your 
assistance, these tiny documents. My wife has no 
secrets from me, and we have been studying the 
Spanish language, trying to translate them.” 

“That is well!” replied the Spanish officer. 

Together they went below; the waves were wash- 
ing against the great sides of the steamer; the 
alarm bell told them that they were passing the 
Florida Reefs. 

Colonel Gonzales seated himself, while Margar- 
ita went for her hand bag. Presently she returned, 
and taking out the leathern case she handed it to 
Colonel Gonzales. He took it, examined it care- 
fully; then touching the tiny spring, he opened 
the case, and took out one by one the tiny rolls, 
seven in all. 

“Without doubt, Mr. Getsing,” he said, “this 
satisfies me that your wife is my kindred.” 

Margarita was positive, too; for she could trace a 
resemblance between this man and her papa, as 
she remembered him. 

“Colonel Gonzales, tell us about this heirloom,” 
said Adrein, as he drew a rocker for Margarita 
up to the table, and one for himself, preparatory 
to listening to a tale which seemed so strange and 


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wonderful fo both of these American born and 
educated young people. 

“Mr. Getsing,” said Colonel Gonzales, “you 
know that our race is a very old one. The Gon- 
zales family is time honored.” Taking one tiny roll 
of parchment, he spread it out on the table. "You 
see,” he continued, “a Spanish manuscript written 
in the year of twelve hundred, A. D., by Juan Gon- 
zales de Bercer. He was a poet of our ancestry. 
Some day I will translate it for you. Our language 
has changed, as likewise yours, in the period since 
that was written. 

“Here,” he said, “is a symbol of that period,” 
and he pointed to the figure of a beetle drawn on 
the manuscript. 

He took up the second roll. “This,” he con- 
tinued, “was written in thirteen hundred A. D., 
by Alonzo Goncalzo. Note the change in the 
name. He was a warrior, and the symbol, you 
see, is a shield with the sign of the cross. 

“This,” he said, unrolling the third, “was pre- 
pared by Fernandez Gonzalo. He was a warrior, 
and the symbol is the quartered arms. 

“This,” he said, taking up another roll, “was 
prepared by our great ancestor, Don Gonzolo 
Fernandez De Cordova, the Great Captain. It 
describes the fall of Granada, and closes with a 
little poem entitled ‘El Ulthio Sospiro de Moro,’ 
interpreted, ‘The Last Sigh of the Moor.’ This is 
dated fifteen hundred, A. D., and bears the sym- 
bol of the old Castilian Castle.” 


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Adrein examined it closely. 

And thus he explained them all, one after 
another; every roll represented a century and a 
symbol. That of sixteen hundred was the symbol 
of a couchant lion; that of seventeen hundred a 
guardant lion. 

“The last is your father’s manuscript,” said 
Colonel Gonzales, turning to Margarita. 

It was closely written in Spanish. 

“Can you read it?” he asked. 

“No,” said Margarita, “but I hope to be able to 
do so sometime.” 

“I shall be at your service, if you wish, — pleased 
to assist you in learning the Spanish language.” 

“Thank you,” said Adrein, as he took up the 
last roll of parchment and examined it closely. 
“Why this,” he exclaimed, “is the representation 
of a Spanish flag.” 

“Yes,” replied Colonel Gonzales, “the symbols 
are all combined in this; and the flag itself is red, 
blue, yellow, white and black.” 

Colonel Gonzales then bade his newly found rel- 
atives “Good-night,” assuring them that when they 
reached Porto Rico he would right gladly welcome 
them to his home on a cofYee plantation near 
Ponce. 

“Adrein,” said Margarita, when they were alone, 
“how glad I am that the war is about to close. 
You wear'one uniform, and Colonel Gonzales, the 
other. Do you not feel proud of riiy ancestry?” 


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239 


For answer Adrein put his arm around Marga- 
rita and kissed her. 

“That did not answer my question,” said Mar- 
garita, laughingly. 

“Oh, yes, Margarita, I do! but the United States 
is good enough for me; and hurrah for the stars 
and stripes!” 


CHAPTER XXI. 


RESUSCITATED. 


“O, how the drum beats so loud! 
Close beside me in the fig^ht, 

My dying brother says, Good night! 
And the cannon’s awful breath 
Screams the loud halloo of Death! 
And the drum, 

And the drum, 

Beats so loud!” 


— Longfellow. 



ORTReSS MONROE hospitals were full to 


overflowing, with the wounded from the San- 


* tiago campaign and the fever patients from 
Cuba and Porto Rico. 

The August weather never seemed quite so in- 
tense a heat, as it did when the “boys” lay on 
their cots, their blood boiling with fever heat. 

The party from St. John’s Rectory formed a 
small part of the “sprinkling of guests” at one of 
the three hotels. About ten o’clock in the even- 
ing Doctor Bon, President Hosford, and Mr. Hurst 
came up the steps of the hotel; the streets of the 
hospital quarters were a trifle less peopled than 
at an hour earlier. 


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241 


The three gentlemen passed into the hotel, and 
on to the second floor; entering a sitting-room 
they failed to see the feminine half of the party. 
They sought the veranda and there are the ladies 
industriously plying the palm-leaf fans. 

‘‘Well,” said Mrs. Bon, “how did you find — ” she 
hesitated. 

“Mr. Bunce? Very low,” replied the doctor, 
with a serious expression to his countenance.. 

Mrs. Bon instinctively glanced at Marion; the 
white lips and the dilated pupils of her eyes told 
the mother that her daughter suffered. 

Doctor Bon, too, looked into his daughter’s face 
and understood her pure thoughts and her keen 
sensibilities. 

“Beson,” said Mrs. Bon, very quietly, “do you 
think there is no hope of his recovery?” and Mar- 
ion waited breathlessly for his reply. 

“There is just a bare possibility that he may 
recover — one chance; but no physician in the 
hospital, I fear, understands.” 

“Papa, papa!” said Marion, unable to longer 
restrain her pent-up feelings. “Can you save 
him?” 

For a few moments Doctor Bon stood lost in 
thought; he pondered; to save Cadiz Bunce’s life 
— did it mean the loss to himself of the essence of 
his precious daughter’s love? 

He reasoned, “No house can hold two mis- 
tresses;” so likewise the human heart — can it 


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hold two images of equal balance in the scale of 
affection? 

Why did he hesitate? Marion stood erect; she 
seemed to read his thoughts. Her face was pale, 
but beautiful beyond conception. 

The pupils of her eyes dilated until they shone 
like stars; she raised one tiny hand and brushed 
back a stray lock of hair from her brow, as she 
said in a firm, steady voice: 

“Papa, you must save him!” 

Doctor Bon placed his hand beneath his daugh- 
ter’s chin, and gazing down into that beautiful face, 
he said: 

“Marion, I will try for your sake!” 

Quickly bidding his daughter and Mrs. Bon 
“Good night!” he hurried down to the hotel-office, 
and after some inquiry was able to locate a tele- 
graph office. Soon over the wires went flashing: 
“To Mr. Robert Risley, night operator at B :” 

“Please telephone Dr. Ambrose Jones to go to 
St. John’s Rectory and pack the belongings of the 
electrical chair, generator and all, and ship to me 
by express. 

“B. Bon, Fortress Monroe.” 

When Doctor Bon had received a satisfactory 
reply to this message, he made his way to the 
hospital quarters, down the street passing tents and 
tents. The moonlight gave the scene a weird ap- 
pearance, and called to his mind a few words of 


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the old familiar strain of, “We are tenting to-night 
bn the old camp-ground.” 

The doctor entered a tent, passed down the 
aisle; on either side were cots with their occu- 
pants of sufferers. A white-capped nurse con- 
ducted him to a cot on which lay a soldier, tossing 
in the delirium of typhoid fever. He is so emaci- 
ated that one scarcely recognizes the once hand- 
some face of Cadiz Bunce. 

‘There is but little hope here!” said the nurse. 

“Why not?” asked the doctor. 

“Oh, the worst is yet to come; when the fever 
turns!” 

“So you do not think he can live?” asked Doc- 
tor Bon. 

“There is very little chance for recovery,” said 
the hospital surgeon, coming up to his patient in 
time to hear the doctor’s remark. 

“When do you think the fever will have run its 
course?” asked Doctor Bon. 

“Let’s see,” said the surgeon, consulting a note 
book, “the fever is running its second course, and 
this is about the fourteenth day. About three days 
more. But few patients can recover from the sink- 
ing when the fever has run so long a period.” 

Doctor Bon stood looking intently at the wan, 
suffering face of Cadiz Bunce. 

“You know this young man, do you not?” asked 
the surgeon. 

“Yes,” replied the doctor, “and with your per- 


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mission, I think — I know, I can save his life,” and 
Doctor Bon handed the surgeon his card. 

“Beson Bon, M. D.,” read the surgeon to him- 
self; then looking up with a smile of pleasure and 
surprise, he said: 

“Am I to understand that this is the Doctor 
Beson Bon whose articles on ‘Electricity for Med- 
ical Purposes,’ are attracting so much attention?” 

“I am he, sir,” replied the doctor. 

“Then, sir, by all powers, go ahead, and save 
his life. Do you purpose doing it by your own 
late invention, the ‘Electrical Chair?’ ” 

The doctor nodded assent, and then, bending 
down over Cadiz Bunce he tested his tempera- 
ture. 

It was past midnight when Doctor Bon re- 
entered the hotel. 

In the three following days Cadiz Bunce’s life 
hung on a thread. As often as possible Doctor 
Bon saw him. 

The doctor was just going into the hospital tent 
the second day when the surgeon met him at the 
entrance. 

“Come with me,” he said, “I am just going over 
to the operating rooms to locate a bullet with the. 
X-ray.” 

“Ah,” said the doctor, “it will give me pleasure 
to witness the act.” 

“And assist me, too?” queried the surgeon. 


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245 


“Most assuredly,” replied Doctor Bon. “Who 
is the soldier?” 

“A Mr. Edwin Getsing from the Santiago cam- 
paign. You know him, do you not? He men- 
tioned you to me.” 

“Yes, I am slightly acquainted with him,” replied 
the doctor. 

When they reached the operating rooms they 
found Colonel Getsing, President Hosford and 
Edwin Getsing waiting for them. The surgeon 
made haste to prepare for the work. Presently 
they were joined by Mr. Hurst and Katherine. 

“There,” said the surgeon, placing the impres- 
sion plate on the table, “lay your arm on there, 
Mr. Getsing.” 

Doctor Bon removed the sling and carefully laid 
the swollen arm on the plate. 

The pale lips, the twitching of the muscles of 
the face, told the agony of the soldier. The sur- 
geon made the electrical connections at both ends 
of the X-ray vacuum-tube; then placing the tube 
near the wrist, “We will begin here,” he said, tak- 
ing the chemical-scope and peering into the dark 
interior. 

The light on the reflector in the center of the 
tube, the X-ray, penetrates the cloth, the flesh, 
and throws in shadow the bones to the surgeon’s 
eye. He passes the vacuum-tube up the fore-arm 
above the elbow. “There it is!” he said. “In the 
biceps muscle, just touching the humerus.” 


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246 BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

“See for yourself, Doctor Bon,” and he handed 
the doctor the scope. 

“Wonderful! Wonderful!” said the doctor, as 
he traced the ragged track of the bullet. “Not a 
bone in the arm is broken!” 

“No,” said the surgeon as he opened his case 
of instruments, preparatory to removing the bul- 
let. 

“Edwin,” said Katherine, “your arm is paining, 
you dreadfully, I know.” 

“Slightly,” he said, making an effort to smile. 

“It will soon be easier,” said Doctor Bon. 

“Colonel, would you like to see?” and the doctor 
held out the scope. 

“Yes, I will take a look at it,” replied Colonel 
Getsing. “I carry a bullet in my left leg which 
I received at Gettysburg.” 

“Ah!” said the surgeon; “better have it re- 
moved.” 

“Yes, father,” said Katherine, “I think it would 
be wise.” 

“Friends,” said the Colonel, drawing himself up 
to his fullest height, “that bullet and I have been 
too old friends to part now. When I die that much 
of the Civil War will be buried with me!” 

“President Hosford,” said Doctor Bon, “how 
much the Cox Generator simplifies the electrical 
apparatus for the X-ray.” 

“Yes,” said the surgeon, “it is a great invention,” 
and he turned off the gas from the generator, and 


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247 


laid the vacuum-tube with the scope on the table. 

The operation was successfully gone through 
and Edwin Getsing’s arm was considerably less 
painful on the following morning. 

Only when a box marked “Beson Bon, M. D.,” 
came to the express office at Fortress Monroe did 
the doctor draw a free breath; for he realized that 
on the life-thread of Cadiz Bunce hung his daugh- 
ter’s happiness. 

The electrical apparatus was sent to the hospi- 
tal direct. But when Doctor Bon reached the 
tent a little later, he was met by Mrs. Bon and 
Mrs. Hosford. 

“He is gone! You are too late!” said Mrs. Bon, 
and the tears came to her eyes as she thought of 
IMarion. 

Mrs. Hosford, too, was weeping; she had been 
particularly fond of Cadiz Bunce, and to see him 
die thus, in young manhood, had touched the 
chord of sympathy deep down in her heart. 

The doctor made no reply, but hurried to the 
cot, where lay Cadiz Bunce. The nurse was just 
pinning the band around the head — preparing the 
body for its final resting place. 

A sweet-faced, gray-haired woman, with shad- 
owy black eyes sat by the cot, holding the thin 
hand between her own palms. She had just 
reached the cot in time to see her boy die. 

“Please step aside!” said Doctor Bon, in an 
authoritative tone to the nurse. She obeyed. The 


248 BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

doctor bent over the body, placed a tiny electrical 
apparatus over the heart, and taking out his watch 
he noted time. Three seconds — the needle on the 
pivot moved. 

'‘He is not dead!” he said. "Summon a sur- 
geon and order the box at the door marked ‘B. 
Bon’ unpacked and have the contents brought 
here.” 

In a few moments all orders were carried out, 
and the electrical chair was placed beside the cot. 
Doctor Bon removed the bandage from the head; 
with the assistance of the surgeon he lifted the 
wasted form of Cadiz Bunce from the cot on to 
the chair. The generator was in w’orking order, 
the connection made with the head-rest. 

Mrs. Bon and Mrs. Hosford had returned to wit- 
ness the treatment. The limp hands were put in 
proper place on the arms of the chair. Buz-z-z 
came a faint sound from the generator, as the doc- 
tor pressed a spring on the back of the chair. 

Doctor Bon scarcely breathed as he bent over 
his patient. "Life or Death!” he said softly to 
himself. 

A slight twitching of the eyelids, a slight move- 
ment of the muscles of the neck, a pulsation of 
the jugular vein, a perceptible catching of the 
breath — very faint at first — then stronger, and soon 
the patient is breathing quite naturally. 

Another adjustment at the back of the chair; the 
lips move, the eyelids slowly unclose, and Cadiz 


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Bunce smiled faintly as he tried to articulate the 
name of “Mother.” 

She was standing where Doctor Bon had asked 
her to stand; and oh, how she longed to kiss her 
dear boy as she saw him raised as it were from the 
dead. 

Doctor Bon smiled as he saw the success of his 
experiment. 

“No one can doubt the power of my invention,” 
he said. 

“No,” said the surgeon. “What do you purpose 
doing with your patient now?” 

“Just leave him where he is until he has vital- 
ity enough to breathe without assistance,” replied 
the doctor. 

Marion appeared at the door of the tent and 
Doctor Bon beckoned to his daughter to come to 
the cot. 

All eyes were turned on this beautiful girl who 
came down the aisle. When she saw Cadiz Bunce 
open his eyes and smile as he recognized “the 
angel of his dreams,” the tears came to her eyes, 
but they were forced back, and smile answered 
smile. 


CHAPTER XXII. 


STARS. 


“Lookest thou at the stars? 
If I were in heaven, 


With all the eyes of heaven 
I would look down on thee!” 


— Plato. 



'HE thirtieth day of May, eighteen hundred and 


ninety-nine, brought new tasks, required more 


* flowers, and more workers for Memorial Day 
services. 

In a pretty country home about twenty miles 
from St. John’s Rectory the geraniums, the pan- 
sies, the white Persian lilacs, the sweet alyssum, 
and the tulips with their gay dress, are being sev- 
ered from their stalks to decorate the graves of 
heroes. 

Cadiz Bunce is moving about with a basket and 
a pair of bright scissors. 

He clips the pretty roses from his mother’s 
favorite bush, in obedience to Maiion’s orders. 

They pause under the shade of a great beech, 
and Cadiz sets the basket down; placing his hand 
on Marion’s shoulder he said: 


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251 


“Come Marion, we have enough! Let’s arrange 
them. You sit here, and I will bring a pitcher of 
iced-water.” 

Marion sat down on a pretty willow-seat and be- 
gan arranging the flowers. 

“Three days more,” she mused, “and then my 
wedding-day. I wonder if I shall be happy in my 
new home.” 

“Cadiz, isn’t this beautiful!” said Marion; and 
she held up a large pink rose for his inspection, 
as he came down the walk with the pitcher of 
water in one hand and a glass in the other. 

“Yes; but not nearly so beautiful as your eyes, 
which always remind me of the evening-stan” he 
replied. 

“ ‘No star ever rose and set without influence 
somewhere,’ ” repeated Marion. 

“No, you have been my guiding-star, and ever 
shall be world without end,” said Cadiz, as he filled 
the glass with water and handed it to Marion. 

“Where did you get that curious pitcher, Ca- 
diz?” asked Marion, forgetting her thirst. 

“Oh, that,” said Cadiz, “is an old heirloom in 
my mother’s family. See this queer lettering — 
Saracen or Arabic — I suspect.” 

Marion examined it closely. “Yes,” she said, 
“the first, but here is an inscription in Spanish.” 

“Can you translate it?” asked Cadiz. 

“I think I can. I had a very good master in the 
languages,” she said, closely examining the inscrip- 


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tion. ‘‘However, I cannot make this out, except 
‘Dona Elvira de Cordova — Ponce de Leon, Mar- 
chioness of Cadiz.’ ” 

“Oh,” laughed Cadiz, “that must be where 
mother found my name. Is it, mother?” he called 
as she appeared on the vine-covered piazza. 

“What?” she asked. 

“Please tell me about this curious pitcher?” said 
Marion, and she examined the fine work in bronze. 

“That,” said Mrs. Bunce, coming down to the 
shade of the beech, “that is an old heir-loom in 
my mother’s family, and came directly from Spain 
about seventeen hundred and sixty-four; it de- 
scended to the oldest child of the family, and vvill 
rightly belong to Cadiz. You see the name ‘El- 
vira’ engraven in the lettering; that is, if I remem- 
ber rightly, a family name of the Gonzales de Cor- 
dovas. Indeed it was ‘The Great Captain’s’ daugh- 
ter who gave this pitcher as a friendship-memento 
to the Marchioness of Cadiz.” 

“Oh!” said Marion, “how remarkable! You re- 
member, Cadiz, that Adrein wrote Mrs. Hurst an 
account of a Colonel Gonzales, an officer in the 
Spanish army, who has proved to be Margarita’s 
uncle.” 

“Yes,” said Cadiz, wonderingly. 

“Colonel Gonzales, it seems, has proved to Mar- 
garita, by a funny little leathern-case and rolls of 
parchment, which she held, that they were descend- 
ants of the old De Cordova family. 


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“In that case,” replied Mrs. Bunce, “Cadiz and 
Margarita are distantly connected, for the two fami- 
lies intermarried.” 

“How strange, mother,” said Cadiz, “that you 
never told me of this before.” 

“That is where you get your name, my son; but 
I love far more the stars and stripes, and the land 
that gave us birth, than any old Spanish ancestry.’ 

“Three cheers for you, mother !” said Cadiz ; and 
he bent and kissed his mother’s silvery locks, and 
then turning to Marion with a smiling countenance 
he said, “Our flowers are wilting’” 

Cadiz arranged a pretty wreath, and as he fin- 
ished tying it, he sighed heavily. 

Just then Marion held up for his admiration a 
cluster of shooting-stars. 

“Aren’t they lovely, Cadiz?” she said. 

“Yes, Marion,” he replied, “they are lovely stars, 
and they are gallantly won. I was just thinking 
how much my fallen comrades remind me of the 
falling meteors — a flash of light from the guns — 
and brave men fall to earth. But come, let us for- 
get these solemn thoughts!” and he caught her 
hand gaily and kissed it. “Three more days, my 
Beautiful Star, and you are mine forever!” he ex- 
claimed. “But we must hurry or we shall be late 
for the train.” 

“Yes,” said Marion, consulting her watch. . 

“I only wish that father had lived to see the day,” 
said Cadiz. 


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“How long- has he been dead?” asked Marion. 

“About five years. I really think nothing will 
do mother so much good as a change of home,” 
and Cadiz went to order the carriage. 

Mrs. Bunce and Marion rapidly prepared for the 
journey. They were going up to St. John’s rec- 
tory for Memorial Exercises. 

As they drove to the station, the morning air 
brought a faint rose-tint to Marion’s pale cheeks, 
enhancing her beauty. 

They hardly found seats in the overly crowded 
coach. 

Mrs. Bunce sat musing on the great event so 
soon to occur — her son’s wedding-day — he was her 
only child — her all; yet she could give him up to 
this beautiful girl without a sigh. 

Marion and Cadiz had scarcely taken their seats 
when they were greeted by familiar voices. 

“How d’ye do, comrade?” and Cadiz looked 
across the aisle and recognized Corporal DwinneJ 
Harry Hulbert, Frank Link, Bert Clement, Rich 
Brandt, Frank Barrows and several of the boys of 
Company D. 

“You see we are all here!” said Harry Owens. 

“Going up to B for Memorial Day exer- 

cises?” asked Cadiz. 

“Yes,” replied Private Morse, “and for your 
great day.” 

“That’s proper!” said Cadiz; as he pulled the 
shade to shield Marion from the sun. 


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“Isn’t she a beauty!” said Harry Ewing in a low 
voice. 

“Lucky chap — 'Bonnet Strings!’ ” said another. 

When they reached the station, Doctor Bon’s 
carriage was there in waiting for them. 

At the rectory Doctor and Mrs. Bon were on 
the piazza with President and Mrs. Hosford, to 
welcome their daughter and guests. 

Mrs. Bon was looking so charming attired in a 
pretty black gown with a pink silk waist that 
brought out her sweet face to perfection. 

“Marion, dear child,” she said, kissing her 
daughter; “did you enjoy your visit?” 

“Yes, mamma, very much!” replied Marion. 

To Mrs. Bunce, whom she had already met at 
Fortress Monroe, Mrs. Bon gave a cordial greet- 
ing. 

Cadiz, too, received his share of attention, for the 
doctor was beginning to realize that this young 
man would soon call him “Father.” 

Marion and Mrs. Bunce went up stairs to re- 
move the dust from their gowns. 

Cadiz and President Hosford followed the doctor 
to the library. 

“Come, Louisa,” said Mrs. Bon, “you must see 
Marion’s wedding gown,” and she led the wry to a 
small room opening from her sitting room, and 
there, spread out on a chair, lay a beautiful dress, 
for a beautiful girl. 


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“Why, Augusta!” said Mrs. Hosford, “why did 
she not have white?” 

“Oh, you know,” replied Mrs. Bon smilingly, 
“Marion is so fair that she can wear any shade, and 
the national colors will be carried out better with 
this.” 

“It is pretty,” said Mrs. Hosford admiringly, “I 
fancied that a great fold of the sky lay on the chair. 
But do you know that I begin to feel lonely al- 
ready. The idea of you and the doctor going to 
Porto Rico!” 

“Well, Louisa, you would feel differently if you 
could understand my feelings toward Marion. She 
is our all ! And then you must admit that there 
is such a broad field for our work in Porto Rico.” 

Mrs. Hosford was looking particularly becoming 
in a striped-brown silk, and she turned to the long 
mirror and arranged her bow of white ribbon; then 
laying her shapely hand on Mrs. Bon’s arm, the 
tears came to her eyes as she said : 

“Yes, for the cause’s sake I can see you go; but 
I shall miss you so much ! When do Mr. and Mrs. 
Hurst come?” 

“To-morrow,” replied Mrs. Bon. “Augusta, 
there is one great issue that I wish Katherine 
Hurst would enthusiastically stand for; I feel con- 
fident that she could win it for our State.” 

“What is that, Louisa?” asked Mrs. Bon. 

“‘Woman’s suffrage!”’ responded Mrs. Hos- 
ford. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 257 

“Yes,” replied Mrs. Bon thoughtfully, “but 
come, I hear the drum-corps, we shall be late for 
the exercises.” 

Soon they were all seated in a carriage — Doctor 
and Mrs. Bon, President and Mrs. Hosford, Cadiz, 
Marion, and Mrs. Bunce. 

“Drive as close to the speaker’s sjand as pos- 
sible, Beson,” said Mrs. Bon; and the doctor 
reined the horses a trifle closer. 

There in the Court House Park floated the stars 
and stripes at half mast. The one soldier, in gran- 
ite, stood guard, with his gun pointing skyward. 
Around the square stood the old veterans with their 
blue coats adorned with the bright buttons that 
glisten in the sunlight. Near by were a few of the 
boys from the Porto Rican campaign; the Wo- 
men’s Relief Corps, with their blue dresses; sev- 
eral orders of the city, and the pupils of the public 
schools, all intently listening as their fellow towns- 
man, Plonorable Philip Cheek, introduced the 
speaker. General Soliday. 

Occasionally a sentence from the speaker’s lips 
floated down to the listening audience. 

The wind stirred the leaves of the park trees; 
the squirrels sat in the branches and turned their 
heads, as though they, too, were listening to the 
closing words of the speaker. 

All thoughts were turned to the great beyond 
and all hearts thrilled with patriotic fervor, as the 


258 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


speaker’s closing words were heard above all other 
sounds : 

“All over our broad land to-day floats the stars 
and stripes at half-mast, emblematic of the heads 
bowed in reverence to the nation’s dead heroes. 

“Let us strew their graves with flowers; but let 
us not forget that there still remains a few of the 
flower, of the United States Army. 

“Can we not strew, while they yet remain with 
us, a few flowers along their pathway? 

“No man ever followed the stars and stripes, in 
the tracks of blood, but deserves all that a grateful 
country can bestow upon him.” 

The drum beats the march to the cemetery. The 
company is led by the marshal of the day. Hon- 
orable John M. True. Note the old veteran, ever 
in perfect rhythm comes the right foot, left foot, 
right foot; march, march, inarch. 


CHAPTER XXIIL 


ESTABLISHED. 

“And Abram took Sarai, his wife, 

And they went forth, 

And the Lord 
Said unto him. 

Walk before me and be thou perfect.” 


— Word of God. 



EWEY’S victory in Manila;” the “Guasa- 


mas fight,” where one thousand American 


^ ^ soldiers gained a victory over four thou- 
sand Spaniards; the “Capture of Coamo,” a Porto 
Rican town of five thousand inhabitants, by Cap- 
tain Breckenridge, with six men; and “The Peace 
Protocol,” had passed with many other events into 
the annals of history. 

Far away in the Philippines — Dewey is heavily 
supported by the American navy — “The boys in- 
blue jackets,” and the American army, “the boys in 
brown coats.” 

In the tropical town of Ponce, the June breezes 
are stirring the palms and the leaves of the lemon 
tree. The air is laden with the perfume of orange 
blossoms; the insects are buzzing, and the butter- 
flies are hovering over the flowering lianas. 


?6o BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 

Down the broad street conies an ox-cart; the 
driver halts a moment, gives a broad stare at a 
residence to his right — a pretty home, just like 
an American cottage. 

On the broad piazza sits a lady, quite as dntent 
in watching the cart and driver as the driver is in 
watching the lady. 

The driver cranes his neck; a gay-colored parrot 
swings in her perch — Polly, too, cranes her neck 
and calls, ‘‘Getsing! Getsing!’’ 

Margarita is seated in a low rocker; she is at- 
tired in a white mull, with pretty blue ribbons at 
waist and neck. 

The patter of little feet is heard; she looks to- 
ward the open door with a smile. 

“Come, darling!” say her parted lips. A little 
brown head, with brown eyes, and smiling lips, 
peeps out; directly another face, exactly the coun- 
terpart of the first, appears, and just a step back 
another face, sweet and beautiful — a form in gray. 

“Aunt Janetta!” calls Margarita. 

“Mamma! mamma!” chorus two voices. 

“Aunt Janetta!” repeats Margarita, “can you tell 
which is Shalam and which is Schley?” 

“Canst thou tell, Margarita?” 

“No, I cannot!” 

“Canst thou expect me to tell thee?” 

Only as Margarita takes the two little right 
hands and looks at the two little rings can she tell 
the child who bears the name of Shalam. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


261 


Grandpa Getsing ordered the rings for the tiny 
fingers, and he chose the name of Schley for his 
baby, as he calls it. 

Aunt Janetta could never see her baby go to 
Porto Rico without her; and Margarita was thank- 
ful that Aunt Janetta loved the baby so dearly. 

They are standing on the piazza. “Dear Aunt 
Janetta,” said Margarita fondly, “how should I care 
for my babies? How could we live here without 
you?” 

Aunt Janetta smiled. 

“Papa! Papa!” chorus the baby voices, and Ad- 
tein comes up the walk attired in the uniform of 
a United States mail-clerk. He finds life in Porto 
Rico quite as pleasant as in the States. 

He kisses Margarita fondly, seats himself on the 
piazza steps, and takes a boy on each knee. 

“Did thee bring any mail from the States, Ad- 
rein?” asked Aunt Janetta. 

“How do you suppose I can give you those 
precious papers. Aunt Janetta! I have not three 
hands! They are here in my pocket. Margarita, 
get them, please,” and Adrein trotted the babies on 
his knees. 

“Thou seemest to have been supplied with four 
hands instead of two, Rena, boy,” said Aunt Jan- 
etta smiling. 

“Yes,” said Adrein, and he clasped four little 
hands in his own — they were soft baby hands. 



262 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


“News from home, Margarita? Please read the 
first page of ‘The Weekly,’ from B ,” and Mar- 

garita read aloud: 

“St. John’s Church — A beautiful wedding oc- 
curred last evening! Miss Marion Bon, only 
child of Doctor and Mrs. Bon, and Cadiz Bunce, 
were united in the bonds of holy matrimony at 
high noon. 

“The church was beautifully decorated in the 
national colors. 

“The wedding party was led by two little fairies; 
the first was attired in a red gown, and she carried 
a white satin pillow, on which the ring rested. 

“The second was attired in a white gown, and 
carried a red velvet slipper; emblematic of good 
luck. The bride followed, unattended, attired in a 
pale blue gown, and as beautiful as the lilies of the 
Nile. 

“The groom waited at the altar for his prize. 

“Rector Hurst officiated, reading the full Epis- 
copal service. 

“After the ceremony, at the church, an elegant 
reception was given at the rectory. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Bunce will soon leave for Porto 
Rico, where Mr. Bunce expects to follow his law 
profession.” 

“A letter from Katherine, too,” said Margarita, 
as she laid the paper down. 

“Mamma!” called a tiny voice and Margarita 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 263 

relieved Adrein of one pair of little hands, as she 
said: “You read the letter, Adrein.” 

And he read: 

“St. John’s Rectory, June lo, 1899. 
“Dear Rena and Others: 

“The great event has come and gone; you will 
see a nice account of the wedding in the weekly 
paper from home. 

“Doctor and Mrs. Bon expect to go to Porto 
Rico, too. 

“Mrs. Bon expects to take up a line of work for 
the white-ribbon cause. She was so delighted to 
hear of Margarita’s success in organizing a local 
union at Ponce. 

“You will not be many miles apart; please write 
me how many miles it will be — the distance from 
San Juan. 

“Mr. Bunce is much improved in health, poor 
boy; we feared at one time that he would never 
recover from the fever, but Marion made a capital 
nurse in those days we spent at Fortress Monroe 
Hospital; and I think Doctor Bon’s skill saved 
Cadiz Bunce. 

“Ned is quite well, considering. We are very 
thankful that his arm was saved. Father is quite 
resigned to Isaac’s death, since the body was 
brought home for burial, at Arlington Heights. 

“I don’t know that you remember Frank Vought 
and Jim Swanson, but they were my ‘boys’ of the 


264 


BOWS OF WHITK RIBBON. 


Wisconsin troops, who were killed. I was pleased 
to learn that their bodies were brought home. 

“Poor Robert Goodhoiise, he died at sea, while 
on his way home. He found a watery grave. 

“Ned and father were at Washington when so 
many of the bodies were brought to Arlington 
Heights. Amos could not conscientiously leave 
his work at St. John’s, and I remained with him. 

“Dear Aunt Janetta, how I shall miss you, when 
I am settled at housekeeping, which I suppose will 
be soon, for the Rons are soon to leave the rectory. 

“President and Mrs. Hosford asked to be re- 
membered to you. 

“The ‘boys’ gave Marion and Cadiz an elegant 
souvenir — a solid silver bread plate, in the design 
of a laurel wreath. In the center, engraved in gold 
letters, was ‘Second and Third Regiments, Wis- 
consin Volunteers.’ 

“Love to the babies from Grandpa. 

“Yours, 

“Katherine Hurst. 

“P. S. — Will McGuire has gone from the Law 
College to an Eastern college, to study for the 
ministry. 

“K. H.” 


Adrein sat lost in thought. He was living those 
college days again. Folding the letter, he raised 
the boy, Schley, on his shoulder and led the way 
to supper. 


BOWS OF WHITE RIBBON. 


265 


Margarita arranged her tiny bow of white ribbon 
that soft baby hands had disarranged, and as she 
followed her husband, she repeated softly: 

“ ‘What does the knot of white ribbon mean? 

The love of home and its pleasures; 

Seeking to keep from the hearth-stone far, 

All that can hurt or harm or mar, 

And guarding its sacred treasures.’ ” 



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